He thinks that over. He still had more to do and he still had to account for moments like these whereas he wouldn't be able to get away with just leaving the things and was called into conversation. But even still, he's sure he could manage it well enough.

"Bithin. HOUR IT BE THEN," He says grinning.

He's all turning to go, before he falters. He reaches up to rub at his neck. "And for what as you said about the book, it not needing on as to be his own story. FOR THAT TOO, THANKS."