The sound that came out of Mildmay was more snort than laugh or sob, and he was lucky it didn't start off more coughing from lungs that were still remembering how to work right now they weren't full of gunk.

"It's a filthy business," he remembered aloud, and yeah, he got what she was saying, and he wasn't gonna fight her on it right now. But they weren't the same, whoring and killing.

"And no, it ain't what I see at all." He wouldn't smile, but his eyes seemed lighter when he glanced over to meet hers. "'Sides, you ain't the first hocus used to be a whore, and ends up showing up everybody."