Cid, if it pleases you, and I'm invested because I'm pretty sure you're the lass I'm meant to meet here, though they neglected to mention-

[He breathed a sigh, crossing his arms and looking down at his boots.]

-Robin, isn't it? [He shook his head.] Look, I get it. Either I'm too old for you, which I agree on, or I'm too man for you, which is your business, or it's a combination, but, there's still an offer of a meal on the table, if you like. No reason to go home empty-handed when we were both duped.