[Not to him, it doesn't!]

Oi, oi~. It's a rare honour, Harriet! The number of people I've met in the last three thousand years that I'd say that about would be... hm.

[He pretends to think about it for a moment, still grinning. Even the poking doesn't seem to have bothered him, since he doesn't bother not invading her personal space.]

Three.