*shakes his head with a quiet sigh* Yeah. I still don't understand. No amount of money would be worth me getting treated like dirt day in and day out.
Strippers don't get to prosecute. I'm not willing to give up my anonymity for it.
*doesn't drop his gaze from your face for a second (and surely you can see the pure, artless belief in something he loves unshakably—more like conviction, really)* Maybe it's like that where you're from. Not in Gondolin. And I could protect you.