[ Bastien opens his mouth, then closes it and huffs, equally proud of and oppressed by the turnabout. ]

It’s different. He is—he was supposed to be on your side. You were not trying to cause someone who mattered to him a great deal of trouble. [ And, less relevant but very important, because whatever else Bastien feels about it doesn’t stop it from being funny, ] I assume he was not wearing robes and a wimple.