"And neither one of them is going into any of your pockets tonight, woman." He kept up behind her, scanning into crevices along the riverfront, shouting at people hunkered down and trying to hide from him to get moving.
He glared back at her, tipping the lantern into her eyes again, and prodding a little more with the club. "You think you're cute and clever, and you're just a whore who makes my job harder, y'knowit?" Owainn's words came along the back of a groan. "You want me to leave you alone to trawl along the bridge, you start talking about what you've been seeing."
He wanted to ask her about the dream, if she'd had it too. He didn't, though.