He shrugs. "Fine. But nobody asked you to do all that, so don't get snippy with me." He doesn't know about Temple's Escort and doesn't intend to find out. Somebody as awful as most of the rest of the people, he assumes; he knows that not everyone is as outright pleasant as Swann, but that does nothing to make him more comfortable.

Catching a glimpse of those tears makes him feel guilty, much as he tries to brush it aside. That's her problem--nothing to do with him, right? He closes his eyes, tilting his face up to the ceiling in a gesture that's supposed to be casual. "There's no point in gettin' all worked up about it. Why don't you just come out and say what you want in return for all that, huh?"