It's mercy to Izzy's ears. An opportunity to prove himself is all he needs, and he nods as he listens before pulling himself up to his feet.

"I'm very good, sir."

He isn't afraid to be secure in his skill. He's worked harder, grafted longer, had more to prove. It's payed off in spades and he can, and will, get better. Handshakes have only recently come into fashion but he's found it a concept he rather likes, and so extends his hand to take.

"Izzy Hands, at your service."