He blinked at her question. Did she not know? "Ah, uh, a private eye is a private investigator. I am hired to look fer things and people 'cause the constables can't always solve a case. So yes... I sometimes watch people in secret." He gave a shrug, puffed on the cheroot and then scratched one ass cheek without thought. "I just was lookin' fer someone else when I saw ye. But don't worry, I don't make it a habit of turnin' pretty young skirts into the constables just fer bein' hungry enough ta steal."

He turned a corner. "I don't know about ye gettin' any funnel cake today, miss. There might be enough coin ta get ye some porridge from one of the nearby inns." He gave another shrug, stopped, and looked at her. "I'd be happy ta show ye where it is, but ye'd be on your own fer food after that of course." And he wasn't asking for her help to feed him either. He would probably steal a pie from someone's window later.