He leaned up a bit to look at him, staring for a long moment before he smiled gently, even laughed a bit. He gently thumped against him, finding his hand and squeezing it.

"I'm proud of ya too, Wembley. And I do know what you mean, and you're right. I guess all I'm saying is... I'm sorry I took advantage of you. And I'm glad you know now when you can say no to someone, even when it's me." A soft snicker through his nose. "Just, tell me when I'm doin' it again, eh? Being dumb that is."