It was really fucking obvious that the guy was damn near going to piss himself, but still he didn't run or give him the damn tin. He couldn't tell whether it was brave or stupid of the man. Grip on the knife tightening, he looked the stranger dead in the eye. And he laughed. A humorless and mocking laugh. "Of course, of course. Keep telling yourself that," he almost barked at the man. "people die on the streets every fucking day, but none of you wannabe martyrs and saints do anything until it's obvious you can get something out of doing something." While it was true that Anthony didn't much care what happened to people other than himself, he was willing to use whatever point against this guy. The man has money, he's with the church, and Anthony wants to stab him a lot now. Or at least just take the money and fuck off.