Noah still looked a little confused. He didn't trust rich people. They seemed to love coming to the slums. Whether it was to boost their sense of moral superiority through Christian charity or to satisfy less virtuous needs, they all seemed to have an agenda. This guy seemed to belong to the former group. He could handle being some rich bloke's pauper project, if it meant he got money. Still, he was on his guard.

"I can do that..." he decided.