He shook his head at her, disgusted. Maybe she needed to make a living, but she wasn't an idiot. There were things she could do that weren't selling herself and everything about her to make ten pence and find a room for the night.
"You want to have your nights back, making money without me hindering you, you'll tell me what you know. Or you'll just keep watching bodies pile up and lose your profession entirely." He would offer up something if information seemed viable, but not before. He'd been burned by informants a few too many times, and the money was from his own pocket.