He snorts, chuckling under his breath and quirking a brow.

"Mercenary, love, not bandit."

Wrong line of work, and he's not going to fondly reminisce over a time where he'd been lightfingered, as a boy and young-not-quite-man. Today, he's all business!

In the business of nosiness.

"Do you know what it is they're mending? Large as they are, it's certainly no long undergarment that I'm familiar with."