[He so wants to address that tone, there, but there's something a bit more pressing...

The stallkeeper grabbing his collar, threatening all sorts of bodily harm... To which Stuart, despite looking goddamn terrified, actually manages to laugh off.]

Listen, mate. Short of you fucking killing me, you can do what you want and I'll just keep crawling back for more until I get that kit back. I've been through worse on a Saturday night in Leeds city centre.

[He smirks.]

Your move.