He'd only laughed at the last mention because it felt funny. Or looked funny in his head, at least. He also had a client at the time that required far too much hands on work so he couldn't exactly leave the country.
"Have to hold your hand through everything," he grumbled. Jim looked up and down the street again before shoving Sherrinford once more, trying to push him back into a cut through two buildings. Not as grimy as an alley, but inconspicuous enough that most people likely wouldn't utilize it. "I'll take you if you promise not to whine."