King was tickled to hear Bran talk about providing a way to clean up, not having had a bath since before the ship sailed from New Eastport. He was also happy to hear that he was being given the opportunity to stick around here for a while. 

"I'm a wanderer, with the philosophy that it's the journey, not the destination that's important," he told Bran. "I like to visit new places, learn about them ... about their people. If this Council about which you speak would allow me to remain for a while, I'd like that.

"I believe in earning my keep, though," he continued. "Right now, in quarantine, I'm not doing that. If there's something I can do during my isolation, please, tell me. I can ... I dunno, fish...? Cut firewood? Clean out the shit pit ... whatever you need done that I can do in isolation ... to keep your people safe until you decide that I'm not a danger."

Whatever Bran selected for him to do, King secretly hoped it would involve the beautiful villager, Annie. He [i]also[/i] hoped it [i]wouldn't[/i] involve that asshole, Paul. That man had a [i]serious[/i] bone up his ass for King.