"I..." Martin's glad he set his tea down, because he might have dropped it at the words perfectly capable. The rest of what John is saying is - it's nice, it's better than nice, it's kind and he actually means it, and it makes Martin stammer and his hands twitch and fidget, but he's still not over that first statement, pronounced so simply and with such finality. Like it's to be taken as rote.

He can't quite keep his smile schooled to something smaller and more professional, but he does try. "Y-you're sure?" he says. "I mean y... you really..." He shakes his head, a distracted effort to get a hold of himself. John has just said if he wants it, it's his. Not exactly managerial to be so openly flustered.

"Yes," he says, more firmly. "If you think it's best, then - I'd be more than happy to accept."

That has the advantage of sounding both professional and being entirely, precisely true.