See, this here's why folk can tell you're a noble type. I'm plenty capable of askin' things. Just seems to me you are, too.

[This is a comment that should, based on the world order he remembers, end very poorly for him. Yet here he is, stubbornly making it anyway. For whatever it's worth, he doesn't sound angry as much as resigned, as if he's already sure the answer will be--at best--a no.]

I get that you ain't much for talkin' in general, so I don't mind doin' it for you. All I'm askin' is that you ask, instead of just jerkin' my head around and expectin' me to go. That ain't so much to ask for, yeah? Might not be fancy folk, but I'm still folk. Not a corborn horse.

[Sorry. He doesn't know.]