Aye, as I'm an annoyance and... hah, a convenience for your use. [ There's a hint of bitterness that creeps into his tone. Though really, this is of his own making. He's still more comfortable as a leaning post than as an actual person.

He closes his eyes for a moment, breathing out a frustrated sigh. ]

You're not gonna like synchrony with me, and I don't like doin' it at all. You've better options, from this mate of yours to a fuckin' stranger on the street. Choose one of them.