Oh. [Perhaps it's meant to intimidate him, but Tsing only chortles, raising his hands as he backs away a step and sweeps into a low bow.] No need to be hasty, gentlemen, I'll leave you in peace. My but it only gets more and more difficult every day...

[He would have made a wonderful subject though, Tsing muses, with one last furtive glance over his shoulder as he wanders away, hands in pockets. What will he do now, having been so thoroughly rebuffed...]