Morgan raised an eyebrow at the auspicious pairing.   "Lemme think that one over," he chuckled, eyeballing the two of them with a detective's glare.  The one seemed mistrusting; not a thing unheard of when dealing with someone like himself.  The other...<i>Heh, this guy looks a bit naive,</i>Morgan thought with a smirk.<i>Must be a pair of country bumpkins out about town.  What is this?  Mr. Smiths go to Washington?</i><br/><br/>"Well, normally I'd ignore strangers in all honesty," Morgan explained, "but you two look a little out of sorts, and I was just commenting none too long ago on how the less fortunate of our society pile up, and how the 'good' citizens of the world ignore this.  You know what?  I'll help you guys out cause I'm feeling generous on this most unusual of nights.  But first, you must answer me these questions three."  Morgan paused with a mischievous grin as he waited for their response, settling back and tapping his cane lightly against his leg.