There is maybe just the tiniest, most inconsequential moment in which he finds himself taken aback by the fact that she just says it instead of kicking up a fuss and side-stepping away from the whole idea. Luckily any feelings of charity it might have inspired are now a bad habit well and truly broken, so he finds himself more annoyed than gratified by any of it. Here he is lounging on a hearth, ordering a rum hot toddy against her wishes, and making a right ass of himself in front of an entire dance hall of burly sailors, and she can't even do him the courtesy of recognizing any of it!

Ungrateful.

"Well I'm glad someone is being looked after," he grumbles.