He hesitated for a moment. "I was eleven when we moved," he said quietly. "I didn't have a say in things. But I was glad to be going somewhere where my father wouldn't be." Not that his mother was that much better.

But then, he couldn't help but smirk. "I'll keep that in mind, considering I'm capable of providing those things." And he could be persuaded to cough up better clothes for more than just himself.

"What does? Oh-" he hesitated again, shrugged. How did he put this? "I've done a lot of business in shady places."