A part of Stutely wanted to be as far a-bloody-way as possible when Tuck spoke with her, rather than have to drag out his whole sorry story again, this time for a goddess who didn't know him from chopped liver and probably held him in about as low regard.
A part of him was just as averse to the idea of some stranger dissecting and passing judgement on him when he wasn't even in the room. At least if he was there, he could pull the plug on the whole thing the moment it started to look iffy.
He hated both options. But he'd already agreed to this, and 'none of the above' wasn't an option.
"Nah, yeah, I can be there," he shrugged, trying for an air of casual indifference. "If, you know, if she's fine with it."