Oh he wants to swear, very badly. But running off the one person he knows can see him seems like a bad idea.

"I don't need money, I'm...I'm...I'm..." Actually saying it might make it real. "Oh my g-." And there's his face staring up at him. He has to turn away for a moment or two. Even without stress hormones it's not easy. But he has to explain this.

"I'll need you to talk to people. To write letters for me."