"It's a matter of context, really. The bus is plenty helpful compared to, say, the fountain. Now, if ye'd be so kind as to help me find my hat and my cane, and of course to guide me out, we can go assuage yer guilt and get me arms checked. Besides, I can garner more credit from the med kids by showing up with a beautiful lady."

Not that he'd really know, of course. This was the problem with base flattery; you never knew when they'd catch on and have it backfire in your face.