"You are... very kind, thank you. I appreciate it."

He's becoming slowly accustomed, he thinks, after the initial shock. And maybe there's something familiar between the larvae on the beach and the unearthly form of Old Wayne, which is something to think about.

Watson gives a polite little bow, and turns to gives Wayne, at his elbow, a faint smile.

"I don't wish to be any trouble. You have a lovely home here."