He sets the bag down just inside the entryway, not letting go of the money. Cooper folds his arms and draws himself up to his full height. Usually that doesn't do a whole lot considering there aren't many people who are shorter than five-foot six, but in this case, it makes a difference. "Isn't that typical? You think if you throw enough money at something, it'll make the problem go away."

He tosses the money back at Joss. "Feck your money," he says, his accent butchering the first word. "I don't need it."