[ An indifferent, jaunty wave of his hand. ]

For the loss of a sour, miserly son-of-a-bitch in favor of a life of freedom? I'm not. Even if it would have been easier to find a bite to eat if I were still in the Rutyer good graces, I've never mourned the loss of them.

[ And then, with a little tilt of his head: ]

So did you earn a living as a spy? Or was it merely something you did recreationally?