[He looks at her for a moment longer, considering. He doesn't mind her direct nature, for it's better than playing a game of pretty words and unspoken intentions like he feels like he sometimes gets tangled up within his group.]

Irritating? Oh, no, no. In fact, it is... nice. To do something simple, something that might keep me active, but not too strenuous, you see.

[Here, he eases himself up into a sit, one elbow pressing into his knee.]

A nice in-between. Between being too tired, and being too... lucid.

[Head too full of thoughts, muddied up by a lifetime that is too long to stuff into a single human body.]

Do not worry about me. And do not fret for yourself, either. This is not an inconvenience.