That gets a quiet chuckle, genuine and somewhat relieved that he hasn't had to push the point further.

"Ah, trust me. I know the type. Not by choice, of course, just- my line of work. I'm a private investigator." He glances back at the windows, watching with sharp eyes as some of the snow sloughs wetly away. "I take no joy in harming- more or less anything, no more than it takes to get myself to safety. Though I recognise that... well, needs must, sometimes."