The Boss nods slowly and then walks out of the room. He holds the door open for Ambrose to follow. "I can understand that. Especially at your age. You don't want to bother anyone." He gives his cane a few taps on the floor as if to represent his thinking. "Tell you what, Ambrose. How about I be the one person you can ask for help no matter what? I'll never be bothered by your requests. If I ever deny them, it's for your own good."