Dahozhoni Meadow Don't really care what they would say, I'm asking you to stay

Another flash of teeth.

No es asunto tuyo.

Time running among thieves inevitably imparted a few things — bits of knowledge picked up somewhere between survival and hedonism, an odd mix of necessity and whim. Somewhere along the way, if you were lucky, you found your niche. That wasn't him anymore, but even so, the knowledge served him well. He bit back whatever else he might have said, fixing the stranger with a stare meant to end any further conversation.