Slowly turning to the other man, he mostly glared down, then looked back into the darkness of the room.<i> "Yes, well, I subscribe to this interesting thing, called hunest labor... Tends to be very rewarding, both in spirit and body." </i>Glancing back down out of hte corner of his flesh eye,<i> "As opposed to being an armed secretary..."</i>Why was he doing this? Lame bantering with a drunkard, while watching the heat signatures of vermin run behind the walls? Entertainment, would be a good answer, yet he never believed himself to be the sort who waylays something like sleep in favor of spouting back and forth with a man who annoyed him nor often then not...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>