Will's eyebrows jump again, though this time it's more distaste than anything. “I'm glad you have your priorities in order,” he says, not even attempting to keep his tone neutral. He can't get too indignant on anyone's behalf – for all he knows, the shop proprietors are dead – but he definitely doesn't approve. “Maybe you should come to the safehouse,” he says. “It's warded and it keeps the monsters out.” And someone could babysit this guy and keep him from ripping more people off, maybe.