Hayes harumphed, a move that required a whole-body shrug and a sharp exhale of breath through the nose. This was an expression of irritation that Hayes used solely on his staff, and when Michael felt it necessary to call him Corny (and he was a safe distance away, that was key).
“Now, Mr Gunner, that ain't nice.” Hayes crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes. “But I'll tell you what, if she tries to get me to ballroom dance, she'll be taking a quick swim in the pool.” He pushed off from his doorway and moved further into the room. “She's sweet and all, but that little lady is in over her head so often we might as well give her a permanent escort.”
And, as though to drive home the because it's your job point, Hayes said, “And I'm thinking you might have just volunteered yourself for it.”