If Billy though the questions were rude, he didn't show it. He just smiled, a warm, charming sort of smile, and gave a small shrug. "We get our hands dirty the same as you lot," he offered.

He reaches to help with tending the wound on the man's cheek, as if that were expected of him. At the same time he gives another, tiny nudge to the man's emotions, the smallest stroke of gratitude. "So she's a regular, is she?" he sounded genuinely interested.