"I'm a fair judge of people, Finlay. I don't think you're going to stab me or rob me or even overstay your welcome. I look at you and I see a bloke who needs a hand, is all. A place to lay your head and maybe we'll turn out to be real mates after it all. And if not? Then that's alright, too. Come on, what do you say?" he pressed gently.