[Blazé, but interested. Charlie's tongue flicks over his lips as he straightens - assuming the demeanor of a man about to talk very legitimate business.]

What is worth running around for? I don't have a lot of time- [This is a lie.] -but you've got something in mind.

Tell me what it is, and I'll find it for you. [He punctuates this guarantee with a point towards his furry customer.] No payment until after you got it. [Another sales pitch, augmented once again by hand gestures.]

Whaddy'a say?