The not so good kind, [he says simply, letting his gaze drop again. Whatever information all that staring got him, it's not noteworthy enough to stop him from eating. It takes him another few seconds of chewing and the beat of a fist against his chest (accompanied by a noisy throat clearing) for him to continue.] Let's just say I learned a few lessons the hard way, okay?

[Maybe he'd have said more were it not for one ugly fact: he doesn't trust Niko. Not remotely. Bounty hunters can come just as scarred as bandits, after all.]

Who knows, [he adds, shrugging,] maybe I spoke too soon.