That answer gets a quirk of his brow-- now that's something he isn't used to hearing, though he doesn't know that he can say that he minds it, once he's gotten over the initial twinge of annoyance and the gut reaction of I Beg Your Pardon. The reputation that made him something desirable back in his world doesn't exist here; maybe there'll prove to be a measure of freedom in that.

--well, not in this moment. In this moment it means he's stuck holding the bag, or rather the broom. Still, it's a thought for the future.

"With such high standards, I'm sure you find it difficult to satisfy them," is what he eventually decides to go with, reluctantly attacking the nearest pile of shattered glass with the broom. "That being the case, you could at least stay a while longer, as I expect you'd end up disappointed by anything else you found to fill the time."