Rufio listened, waiting for the man to pass judgement on him. He was stating a lot of obvious facts, but finally he finished and, unlike most grown ups, didn't sneer about it after. In fact, he almost gave Rufio a compliment.
Not that it meant much, but it was definitely weird, and made Rufio a bit less hostile.
"I do. Always have. It's how all the Lost Boys live," he said indifferently, though his brow knit as he tried to put an adult who didn't look down on him in perspective. The alcohol stung, but apart from an intake of breath and a tightening of his jaw he didn't let the pain show. He was too tough for that.
"Hey, why didn't you call the cops, anyway?" he asked. "Most grow ups hate me. Can't wait to call the cops when they see me."