"Sure you do," he said, not bothering to hide his disdain and disbelief. He'd asked around a little - as he'd thought, not the brothels or the Ring - and from there had left it alone. Not that he was the picture of altruism, but at least he was honest about it.
"Yeah," he told her with an exasperated expression, "I own it. Is this an interrogation? Because I might let a lady put me in handcuffs if I'm in the mood for it, but the mood's all wrong and you're not that lady."