"Nah," he says, shaking his head and shrugging slightly. "No inconvenience. Better to have something to do. I'm not really one for sitting about, twiddling my thumbs." Which seemed to be what a lot of this job was about, all things considered.

He shifts, sticking his hands deep into the pockets of his jacket as they walk. "I can understand if you just want to get rid of me, though. You're not hurting my feelings for saying as much."