"The walk at least couldn't hurt," he replies, noting not for the first time the lack of ring on her finger-- and he can't help but glance briefly at his own, and wonders, with his usual circular logic, if she's undercover, he really should refuse to arrange to meet someone he supposedly doesn't know when he's really married to someone else, even if that someone is sitting right across from him, but--
He gives up on that line of thought. It's far too confusing.
"I, uh ... I'll get this taken care of. The registration. I'll get the registration handled." His apparent flustered state is not entirely an act.