"Hired? Is that what they're calling it these days?"

The question came out blandly as if John didn't care one way or the other about the answer. He did, but who showed all their cards right away? Besides, if Anton was up to something shady, John wasn't sure if he wanted to be anyone's hero. They made the choice to work for Shivery same as those who sold their souls to the darker forces.

Even when Anton finally looked him, John stayed loose and casual. He met those eyes with only a nod and drawing a cigarette from the pack in his pocket. The words between them was listened to with a fair amount of interest. He'd wondered if there was a storeroom here. Might be worth finding now. Probably plenty of homeless items in there that John could use or sell... back to their former owners. Shame was for other people.

"Whenever you're ready, A-Tremble. You know where to find me and let yourself back in. I'll get in something more comfortable."

If that came out come-hither, it was because John meant it to and see what Anton would do.