The man clearly did not enjoy being talked down to. Which meant that Mister Harry Longbottom was not the type to correct his own behaviour. This rather sours Quentin's mood but if the man knew the area then he would simply have to swallow his bile and deal with it. Barring the chance that someone with equal knowledge and a more pleasant disposition arrived.

"Your pay will be a pound and a half per day. You will also receive one share of the sale of any treasure recovered, a share being one percent. Additional shares will be rewarded at the end of the expedition based on merit at my discretion."

The way Quentin said discretion made it abundantly clear that he would withhold awarding additional shares if Harry continued to act like a horse's ass. Which was to say, letting shit fall freely from his mouth.