"Why, Brightlord Amaram! I was hoping I'd be able to see you tonight. I've spent my life learning to make others feel miserable, and so it's a true joy to meet someone so innately talented in that very skill as you are."

"Do I know you?"

"No," Wit said lightly, "but fortunately, you can add it to the list of many, many things of which you are ignorant."

"But, now I've met you," Amaram said, holding out his hand. "So that list is one smaller."

"Please," Wit said, refusing the hang. "I wouldn't want it to rub off on me."

"It?"

"Whatever you've been using to make your hands look clean, Brightlord Amaram. It must be powerful stuff indeed."

...

"Where is Brightness Navani?"

"Staying away from you, obviously. Lucky woman."

"Wit," Dalinar said sternly. "Do you mind?"

"Rarely."

...

Dalinar: "Do you know what these say?"

"I wish I didn't."

"I could hit you in the head with a hammer," Wit said happily. "A good bludgeoning would make you forget and do wonders for that face of yours."

"Wit," Dalinar said flatly.

"I'm only joking."

"Good."

"A hammer would hardly dent that thick skull of his."

Amaram turned to Wit, a look of bafflement on his face.

"You're very good at that expression. A great deal of practice, I presume?"

...

"Why hasn't anyone killed him yet?"

"Dumb luck. In that I'm lucky you're all so dumb!"