"Nonsense, we won't allow it."
"You've done enough as is."
"Look at you, you're straining."
"We insist you sit, put your feet up."
"Ratface, go fetch him something sweet from the pantry."

Ratface just blinked slowly, wondering what the hell happened down in the crypt to make the twins so suddenly slavish and devoted to this old man. "Uh... okay, if you say so...?"