[As D'Artagnan opens the garage, slowly, to avoid a squeaking, and just enough he might duck under and vanish into the darkness beyond, he regards Charles and his offer. His immediate response, stopped by the literal biting of his tongue, is one of unwarranted derision for reasons unknown, in the vein of a proclamation of needing no further assistance for the same predicament, but it is his second time already. Instead he nods with slight deference.]
You've made less of a fuss than McCoy would have.
[It's as good as Charles will get to a thank you and assurance he might be considered for a call. D'Artagnan hopes it's enough, and such parting words haven't undone progress made in civility tonight. He slinks into the garage without waiting for acknowledgement.]
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You've made less of a fuss than McCoy would have.
[It's as good as Charles will get to a thank you and assurance he might be considered for a call. D'Artagnan hopes it's enough, and such parting words haven't undone progress made in civility tonight. He slinks into the garage without waiting for acknowledgement.]