Dennis wanted to roll his eyes and tell Jander that it was his own fucking idea, and that was he having a listening problem, when he just gave up.
If he thought it was his idea, then if it all went pear shaped, then perhaps he could tell Jander it was all his fault.
He wondered what the hell Jander wanted him to do. He finally got his throat to work properly. "What 'choo need me to do?" he asked as he was already using a handkerchief to avoid prints as he opened the money box and pocketed the galleons.