What? [Oh. Miach hunches his shoulders a little at the reference to 'later in life'. Should he say anything? Perhaps not. He dunks another plate and gives the man a sideways look, wondering if he should adjust his washing speed to accommodate this helper.]

Yes, perhaps I will. I do not normally feel so energetic, but I suppose these moods take us, on occasion. [He rinses another dish, then a second.] Would you like me to build a pile for you to dry? Or hand them to you directly?