The noise he makes is doubtful, but amused all the same. Someone's limits could change by the day -- or less -- and leave them unaware. He would know. But...that's not really his business, this time. He waves off the thought and the calm accusation both, striding back over to the table and pulling a chair out with his foot so he can sit with enough space to set his mask and gloves on the table beside him. The elbows immediately go on the table.

"Is that what you think of me? You're going to hurt my feelings all over again, friend. Anyway, if you think that would keep anyone from snooping, though, have I got bad news for you..." he chuckles. It doesn't matter when he isn't interested in stealing anything from here, or even doing that much exploring. He's not going to spend the energy worrying about what he would do in the event that his host passed out, but he imagines it would be something that he found outrageous, but would delight that nosy neighbor that enjoys needling him so much. Once everything got back to stable, anyway. "Can't imagine someone like you would have much in savings, even outside this place. You aren't even interested in buying treatment!"