A wide grin stretched across his expression. "Now there's that proper patter." He chuckled to himself, fingers idly tapping the side of his ceramic mug of tea.
"Yes I am "that guy"." With the way he maintained that smile, he clearly wasn't offended by being referred to as such. "The guy with the overall wibbly porch—which, when you're feeling better I would love you to take a gander at. Though, before you even think about it, not in exchange for this, that's not at all a fair trade."