He remained quiet as Andrew turned their attention to business but it was easy to see he was irritated as well. Still, he listened quietly and attentively and if he was indeed a dog, his hackles were bristling ever-so-slightly. He made mental note of the facts and dismissed the things that he could best describe as being lost in translation. He took up the case when Andrew presented it back to him and he stood quite properly. "Actually, no, I'm not a back alley rat, but you know I'm resourceful so you can be rest assured that I will wag my not-gossiping ignorant doggie ass through the alleys to the address given with supplies happily in hand; as this was our agreement. As for payment, I had originally requested money, as most business men do for business; however since that has been replaced with a meal plan I may not have personally chosen for myself given the choice and an intrusion into my otherwise strange, but fairly happy life, I will gladly sate myself with the meal plan...and money. How or where I get my comfort and company doesn't seem to be something that's of any particular concern or capability of yours as spoken by yourself and so it is no business of yours either."<br/><br/>He turned to make his way casually toward the exit. If business was to be their main connection, then he had what he needed and was ready to go. He had so much to take in, to process and try to understand and it was nonsense for him to allow his warm personal bearings lead him into further rebuke. If he was a dog, MacClery was a crocodile and Lee felt it best to keep his distance now. "I've cozied up to a corpse before." He pulled a pocket watch out and flipped it open. "Caleb Hewitt, beloved of Ruth and Mary. We spent hours and hours talking to each other one night when I had no choice but to hide out with him in his coffin. Nice guy. A little quiet, but he didn't complain about the company. Anyway, I have work to do." He slipped on his hat then tipped it. "Send me word when it's dinner and money time."