Isaak, [he answers, unprompted, because for all his failings he's still inclined to be polite.]

No offense taken. I hardly expect you to trust me, much less your friends, should we find them.

[He shrugs, shifting his pipe to lean it on his shoulder for easier carrying.]

The most I'd expect is to be let alone to go on my way. And failing that, well.

[Then politeness would cease to be in the question, of course.]