[He really didn't have an idea what he was doing with the workstation, so the damage is, at worst, a minor irritation to fix. As for Caesar himself, well, he's inching towards an exit point.]

Sweet on her? I love her. [That's said with more conviction than Caesar should even be capable of.] But then you had to show up and get in our way. Why don't you hurry up and get droned for good? It would save us all this trouble.