Emery was, frankly, insulted. The mockery he could not hold against the boy, but receiving money for something he had not yet found a name for? The idea seemed almost cruel. He shook his head briskly, whilst his fingers returned to their pocket-deep sanctuary.
"I- Of course. Your secret is safe with me. I know what it's like. Keeping such a secret," the corners of his mouth creased, revealing a pained smile, "As for your money, I- well, I'm afraid I simply cannot take it from you, Mister Beck. Even when I give you a further explanation, i-it's not important." Emery simply wished to help, not to run a charity. He and Liam knew how to survive on their own - if survive meant to just barely slide by.