Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
"I appreciate her," Trev muttered gruffly, bristling at the insinuation he didn't take proper care of his right hand associate. He led the way to the joke shop, noting and ignoring her random bit about cousins. He didn't feel like getting into a conversation where she would surely spill about something else upsetting her, not when he was so close to freedom. "I pay her plenty."