Francis found himself thrust towards the door but grabbed both of his arms tightly, if he wanted to push him, they'd go together. He stretched his legs and arms just in case the guy was that much of an idiot, he'd stop it, even if temporary.

"Oh you ARE a murder, and don't care about money." He tried to push him back a little. "Why don't you just .. hear me out.. and have me leave on my own? You .. don't know what you're missing out on. And.." This was failing but he was stubborn. "I can make your dreams come true.. come on.. just..need ot help me.. get home. Is that.. so bad?"