[ Of all the things to happen, he certainly isn't expecting Trahearne to clap a hand on his shoulder mid-fucking sentence. It doesn't cut him off, but it does startle him somewhat, brows furrowing in bewilderment at...multiple factors here, really. ]

...It would be a waste not to.

[ Obviously. He has his grouses, gripes, and obviously blindness and sunburn related woes, but this place will always be better than the everlooming threat of dismemberment or becoming a rich parasite's plaything. That being said, it seems like a waste to keep this conversation going when there is a glaring problem. ]

Yes, I'm sure. For all of five minutes. [ The blandness of his tone displays how unimpressed he is with the non-answer well-enough. ] And perhaps I would be able to take you seriously were you not leaning all your weight on me right now.

[ ...Seriously, there's a ridiculous height difference between them, even with these heels on. It's kind of easy to tell. ]