"Here is fine," he said and closed his notebook. "I will ask around, but I might need more coin to grease palms if you know what I mean. Sometimes information isn't free." And with that, he packed his book back into his messenger bag and gave her a look to see if there was anything else she wanted to bring up. If not, he was itching to go back to sleep and rid himself of the blasted hangover. There was no way he could work with the way his head was pounding.