[ Cisco lays a hand against his chest and reels back, mouth open in an 'o' of dramatic offense. The truth is, he's far from being actually hurt. He knows, because he knows Taako, that if Taako didn't want him here, he wouldn't be here. It's as simple as that. So he sees the playful insult for what it is, and responds accordingly. ]

I, your dear friend, who has brought you offerings of ice cream and libations of the finest vodka, am going to generously pretend I did not hear that.