He wrinkles his nose slightly at 'hardly', shifting his weight between his feet and shoving his hands deep into his pockets.

"It will depend on his age too, the amount he has..."

Lancelot shrugs a little. If he's a student he might be young enough to have a lesser charge, for example.

"Like you said, though, we're not that frightening."

'We're', since there's no point trying to conceal it now.