[He sidesteps what he doesn't understand, perfectly content with the tone itself.]

I’ve an errand that needs running. Quite urgently, I’m afraid.

I’d take care of it myself in a heartbeat, of course, but unfortunately I’m all too aware of the sort of fuss I’d stir up strolling around Hightown on a shopping trip out of my own pocket.

This is where you come in, you see. I’d be ever so grateful if you wouldn’t mind either making a run for me— paid for your trouble, naturally, contrary to popular belief I’m not a monster— or simply acting as a respectable escort. Whatever suits your fancy.