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The problem was that he had no clue who to expect lurking around back there, which was why he was so interested to know as soon as possible who he would be dealing with. He had spent so many years constantly watching his back that it came as second nature to him to snap to attention every time he so much as heard a twig break off to the side while he was coming home. Most of the time it was nothing more than an alley cat or dog who was begging for food that Amycus didn’t have, but he was always on guard, just in case.

He let out a sigh as she scolded him like a mother might scold her son because he didn’t finish his chores. His weight shifted as he took another drag of his cigarette, flicking the ashes off to the side, holding the new bout of smoke in his lungs.

“Tell you what…”

He exhaled the rest of the smoke in the opposite direction, so that he could continue speaking without blowing it right in her face.

“You give me a few minutes every couple of hours to come out here and decompress, and I can guarantee your sales will go up, because I won’t be so tempted to strangle every poor sod who walks through the door. I’ll be promoted in no time.”

His words were spoken with dry sarcasm, though there was definitely a hint of truth to most of what he was saying to her. He extended the cigarette out to her, offering it to her so she could take a pull of the toxic smoke if she felt so inclined. It was then that he noticed that she wasn’t wearing a coat, and thinking that she must have been freezing, he did for her what he wouldn’t do for anyone else – he started removing his coat, pushing away from the brick wall he had been leaning against in order to pull it over her shoulders. He was still wearing a sweatshirt underneath, which provided him enough warmth for the short period of time he planned on spending out there.