Hector was practically frozen on the spot. His eyes darted left, then right... He shakily took the watch, returning it to its owner and wondering silently... "I really hope I don't have to kill either of these two..." The jagged, rusty knife in a sheath in the other coat pocket was there for a reason! "Right, of course! I should probably hand that back..." He gave a quick, flirtatious smile to Adith and quickly stepped away. He gave Val a wink and another, silent word of thanks. He straightened up and swallowed nervously, his throat dry as he attempted to speak. "T-Times are hard sir... E-Even to those of us w-who hang off the rich ones..."
He gestured to the the new Hall. "A-An' even the rich ones are having a hard enough time! Except for the Leeches and the Mutts of course..." His face grew sour and his smile faded. "Feastin' off the corpse of London like a bunch of.... Er..." He realized this was NOT, polite conversation. "But anyway, I should probably find o' way of repayin' milord for not throwing me out to the police..." He winked at Adith laciviously... "Maybe a throw in the hay sir? Does wonders for the body it does!"