"I do, yeah." A brief pause. "An' yeah, as long as you're payin'. You got the money?"

He holds out a hand as if to say give it to me - a dirty, calloused hand with sharp nails which indicate this guy is in serious need of a manicure, not to mention the use of some soap.

It'd be easier to just tear the whole damn place down an' feed myself, but there's somethin' I wanna know about this boy 'fore I rip out his throat.