His own tired demeanor wasn't lending any help to how shitty he was being with each and every person he came into contact to. He was short, and always mildly drunk now, since he'd been unable to really get a good night's sleep since the night everyone apparently lost their brains and dreamt together.
Which he still denied.
"Bullshit. You're trying to break curfew to suck a few cocks." Her commentary about why he was on curfew duty makes him level a glare at her that could peel wallpaper. "Shorthanded, what with all the dead whores. Maybe if they kept their stupid asses off the street, I could do a real job instead of babysitting rats who should be at the bottom of the river."