Another laugh, this one a bit more like himself, a bit less out of his comfort zone, more half-sarcastic.

"The best of a rude thing isn't desirable. How ridiculous."

Their hand leaves him and he is out in the open, suddenly, again, and he feels weird about that.

He is being terribly silly. Lemm takes a deep breath and strokes down his damp beard, and smooths out the precariousness he's feeling just standing there by himself like he always has.

"Yep, if you like," he says with a sigh, and without thinking about it this time. Then he blinks. "...I mean I'd manage. Hm. Never mind." He goes to scoop up his crowbar.