"Don't worry about it."

James nods slightly in polite gratitude. He knows it's not kosher to say something so plainly but, damnit, he's tired and while he's paying for the services for these werewolves - he barely knew any of them.

This was mostly a ploy to seem more gracious and like a provider - like an Alpha - than he really was.

But. Childermass didn't need to know that.