Noble of you.

[ a one shoulder shrug, lazy and good-natured. ] Rectification is m-my business.

[ he glides easily past the words that want to stick to his tongue, on to answer the next question. ] You've my word that the wait will make the meal sweeter. And- hells, if it's gotten out of hand, I may even require your assistance! That's not w-waiting at all. [ a put-on gasp, a bright smile, and then he sets off. ]

Won't that be fun? C'mon, then.