The Dodger glances back at Fagin, a bit concerned as to what actually he's meant to be doing for this bloke. But he rolls his shoulders, straightens his blazer - bit thread-bare, but still respectable enough - and gives a nod.

"Lead the way then, Mister," he gives a bright grin. "Ain't had a decent meal in a bit, an' if I ain't payin', I'll eat well."