[Well, it's not the most... cheerful proposition-type discussion he's ever had, but the declaration of mutual interest goes a long way, for certain. He's unaccustomed to being looked at someone who could "do better" in all ways except, well— the literal self-improvement kind of way. How many times had he been lectured about acting appropriately to his station or else losing it? That's the only "do better" he's familiar with, ultimately.

So, in fact, it's all good right here. The authentically ancient and relic-y tavern may be naught but an idea and a twinkle in the eye, as of yet, but in the meantime, a ruggedly handsome man who is politely flattered by his overtures is an excellent choice of company, if he does say so himself.]

Then I believe we have an accord. [Which he realizes right as he says it is incredibly lame in this context, so instead,] And if you aren't in the mood to flatter yourself, then I will gladly take up the mantle and do it for you.