Do what any old men do when they tell stories. [He lets a bit of a smile come through.] Make them up as we go.

[He gestures to usher her in, though it's much more contained than he might otherwise have made. Lots of arm movement doesn't agree with his bound chest.]

Not at all, Miss Jilly. At least, I do not. Mr. Kennedy, though, might prove quite disagreeable. [It's light, easy.]