"Can't 'magine Connor'd complain," he offers wryly. Such a strange man.

The topic is moved past without hesitation. "Seems a good course. Not sure it'll do much good, but s'ppose it don't hurt ta try." Something occurs to him, and he's quick to make an addition.

"An' you'll let me know if that cunt keeps sendin' ya shit." Not so much a question as a confirmation.