The locals need military advisors, but the situation here is too unstable for me to accept the job they offered.
besides, after their last advisors bailed out on them, I got the impression that the next batch would be kept under lock and key. That's just not someplace I'm comfortable.
I'm not too keen on being locked up myself.
And that's why selling you into slavery makes me smile inside.
You're smiling on the outside, too.