Crane appeared to be seriously considering his offer, and that was enough for now. That was all he could ask for.

Malachi's own smile did not falter, and he dipped his head in response.

"Of course; no need to spill your heart here on the street. I just wanted you to know that you can, when you're ready."

The constable was a reasonable man, from what he'd seen, and he didn't deserve to let his shame drag him down and rule his life. Malachi could only guess what that shame centered itself around. Looking back to the entrance of the boarding house, he conveniently reminded, "I'll be coming alone to return your basket, I would be happy to speak with you then. And fear not, nothing you share with me will ever reach anyone else's ears."

That he could guarantee.

"Until then, I hope you keep in mind that you are a good man, constable, regardless of your sin."