A lad such as this, he expected no less than brass tacks to measure what their conversation was about. The truth was complicated, and not easily explained without perhaps, baring a small part of himself to Jefferey, which wasn't something the older male was quite willing to do.   His intentions weren't nefarious,  but the wariness the traveling mercenary expressed, however lighthearted, was more than expected. Any person with a season under their belt would ask the same from his perspective. One group aside, from what he understood. The religious had a culture of simply accepting succor as divinely inspired, which mattered little to Montana either way. It was a simple observation. 

[b]"By virtue of you sitting across from me."[/b] He responded. An air of good humor surrounded him, but was kept somewhat at bay by his serious demeanor. [b]"It would be unbecoming of me to order food and drink, and enjoy them in front of a road weary traveler."[/b]

He took another long drink from his glass, finally finishing it.  

[b]"Such is my nature. Conversation is perhaps all I want, To answer your question? No, I do not have any business with you at this time Jeffery." [/b]

[b]"Unless you have anything you'd like to ask."[/b]