[And this is where it gets slightly awkward. Most of his anger has dimmed away to irritation and surprisingly, guilt. He looks away for a few minutes, rubbing the back of his neck, before he sighs and shakes his head.]

I'm just pissed that I asked one thing out of you, and you didn't do it.

But you're right, it doesn't matter.

[And with that suspiciously abrupt change in mood, he draws himself back up and nods at Maxim's way.]

Alright then, let's go. There's plenty to do in London, and we shouldn't waste any time if we want to get you back in time for the Cup. You wouldn't want to miss that for the world now, would you?