Her last words sting a little, so he falls silent for a beat or two. Then he finishes counting the money, and slides them back into the pouch. Finally, yet another sigh, "...I know that. It's why I'm not refusing this money. But I will, once Im getting money from a job. I may not be a knight...but I have to have some standards. A man with no standards is not a man at all." 

He slips the money away and settles into his spot, "Get comfortable. Either I'll be able to do my job, or you'll have to steal your dinner. Youre obviously skilled enough to survive on your own."