[ Loxley moves the cup to the centre of the table, a semi-private smile that broadens and shows teeth at this last comment. ]

I appreciate the sentiment, [ he says, a little gallantly, now looking over at Richard. And it's not as though he didn't notice the man's ill-looking manner before, but it strikes him more accurately this time, and his smile dims. Still, carries on with, ] And you just never know when you've a pile of moldering vegetables to find a home for, so.

[ Fingers crossed. ]

I'm sorry, you should be sleeping. I can cede the room if you like.