"You can save it. The question." While Tom wasn't always honorable - or serious - for a bogeyman he managed one or the other with remarkable frequency. At the moment, he felt a little of both, and his smile disappeared. "Just remind me that I owe you one. I pay up, but my memory isn't always so good."
He lifted a hand to his face and dragged his fingers down the pink scars that ran along the length of his jawline. There were a lot of those - faint marks, paler than regular skin and half-hidden by the ginger-colored scruff that always seemed in need of a quick shaving-off.
"Don't think I'd want to be locked inside either," he added, thoughtfully. "Dangerous or not, knowing what's outside is better than staying safe in. 'Course, that's just my opinion. Never had anyone around who was inclined to try and shelter me, so I don't know any different."