'Tart,' he mutters to himself, and hobbles over to tie Concession up as well. It doesn't make a noticeable difference at first, but he walks around in circles a bit, and it does ease after a while.

Still, he leans on the rock and sparks up one of his own fags. He's pretending to watch her...well, no, he is watching her. It's just also a cover for squeezing his muscles out.

'You'll have t'massage the kinks out of me.'

He can hope.