Emery's fingers slipped over the watch in his pocket at the simple mention of a doctor having a fee. It did not seem so simple to flatly explain that he, Emery, no longer possessed the "official" title of doctor. Quite frankly, the topic embarrassed him. But an excuse needed to be brought forth sooner rather than later - especially in the case that Trenton did not wish to leave until he produced the pay.
"W-well, yes, yes, th- we do, but this isn't a clinic and I have hardly supplied you with anything worthwhile! How about..." He attempted to straighten his back, but his shoulders simply slumped back down into their original position. He watched the carpet temporarily, making some point to gather the words that rarely cooperated with him. "If and when I provide you with you- your information, then I will accept the pay." Emery looked back to Trenton.