He's alright. Doing his best, you know. Needs a guiding smack upside the head every now and then, but who doesn't?

[Should he be dragging Arthur like this? Maybe not, but while he can get away with it, he's taking the opportunity. Plus he's distracted from his own words anyway, glancing up from the compass into the trees. If he focuses on the shortest path... works a magic muscle he hasn't exercised before... okay!]

No, I've got it. This way.

[And he sticks the compass in his pocket and marches off.]