"Aye,ya may think that I don't what its like to be on the streets. In my fine cloths and fine  my car" Leaning forward toward her he gently took hold chin and turned her head towards him. So there be no miss understanding. His Scottish broke heavy than it usually it. Mostly to the irritation towards her. Partly due to his attraction to her. That pink on her cheeks looked lovely. Damn if she wasn't appealing. He cursed himself yet again. As he brought his focus back to the matter at hand. She was fooling her self if she thought he didn't know what I was like on the streets.  " But make no mistake Lass I do know what it's like to be hungry on street. To not know where your next meal may come." He let go her chin. He narrowed eyes at her. His voice low and cold as ice." To steal, con and fight just to stay alive another day. Oh aye on the streets of Edinburg at the wee age of five. There was no Angel of mercy giving her last bit of crumbs  to me. No Lass I took care of myself I clawed my way out on me own" He had meant for that to come out. He had told no one about his childhood. He sat back.<br/><br/><br/>"Morals are fine and dandy. But they wont cloth you, feed you or put a coin in your pocket. Same goes for those lovely saying of yours. Tell me Lass what good will it do if feed those around you rather then yourself. What good will you be to them if you die starvation. Ay? How much longer do you think you can warn off the pimps whom want to you turn out hmmmmm? Not much longer I'd wager. By the looks of ya. Be thinking you fool if though that your street family would give you a dime if they were in your shoes this very moment" He sneered the word family. He full well most on the street would pocket the money and not share it like she wanted to. No they wouldn't be so willing to part with it.<br/><br/><br/>It was his turn to look out the window. His though turn when was boy bruise and battered. Looking for easy mark. Weak and hungry not knowing when next meal was to come. As he remembered the buildings turn to homes or perfect yards. The  perfect yard turn to weeds choke one. Home where bared or boarded up. Gang tangs were on the few store sides that were strew along the streets. The streets be come more littered as he waited for her reply.<br/><br/>" Might as well  be calling me Aeneas see we'll be spending so much time together" he added as a after thought. Still looking out a the litter cover streets.