"Whoa, easy." Eskel holds up his hands, though no magic charges in his palms. "I'm not writing a book on them or anything, just trying to do my job." He says. Bull is right: at the end of the day he just wants to solve the problem, collect the coin and go before he finds himself the object of the pleasantry's rage. But the stranger is really driving at...something here and Eskel feels like he needs to tread carefully or do something to take the pressure off.

Well, if he's relying on Bull to not tell anybody that he let him go when this is all over...what's another secret. Even if it's incredibly embarrassing.

"Look, the one time it happened to me I didn't exactly stick around to interview her about why she was letting me go, I just left."