The one-word response earned wide eyes and a nod of recognition. "Mili'try?" he asked, letting out a puff of smoke into the night air. "Fookin' 'ell, they musta be rollin' in cash now. Weren't like that fer me."
He knocked a bit of ash to the roof top, scraping it with the sole of his boot. At the question, he looked up, wearing an expression of amused disbelief. "What a fookin' question," he said, laughing. "Course I do."