"You've already stopped making your living off me. Just keeping you moving, since I know your capacity to dawdle." If it were truth spoken, he was prodding her along like cattle. He wants the both of them off the street before whatever liked to dance its way through the fog decided to make an appearance.
Speaking of that dream was making that need worse. "You're a criminal that lucks out on getting taken in. Don't get too high and mighty there, Nell." Rare use of her actual name, and proof that even if Owainn treated her like shit, he knew it. "Fine. No more prodding. Walk. And you try and scamper off to go tug a few men for tuppence, I'll start whacking you with it."
As for proof, he stowed the baton, and walked at her side, lantern held high. "Lead on, woman."