While humbleness hardly suits his demeanor, he is not above placing gratitude where it is due. A brief chuckle is given, rubbing his neck to alleviate some skin irritation and the feeling of weakness. It is a sorry thing to bring to the surface and he will make no great habit of it. He can't afford to.

"It would seem that I overestimated my company," he reflects quietly.

Then a more familiar sight to those that know him, a setting of his lips. Calculating.

"I assume that some kind of reward is in order."