In his defense, I feel like he just kind of gives off that impression. [Molly holds up his hands in an effort to placate his automaton friend.

He then opens his mouth, closes it again, and then nods slowly with a strained look of "yeah maybe I don't wanna know."]

No... Nope. I don't wanna know. I can only handle so much idiocy in a week. You lot are very hard to keep track of, y'know? I'm good at wrangling fuck-ups, but not when they scatter like rats.

[Despite that, he sounds genuinely fond. Just mildly aggrieved.]