Jeff should feel offended at being called scrawny! Like, yeah, he knows he's gotten way too skinny, but it doesn't mean he can't carry a pot or pull... whatever needs pulling...

But he doesn't exactly want to work at a candy shop, either. So he opens his mouth to protest, thinks better of it, and just nods agreeably at the dwarf's assessment of him, before looking to Cerrit and shrugging like, well, the man's spoken, that's that.