The constable couldn't possibly expect him to actually tell him anything. Oh, you know! Selling my body for some old mans pleasure and galleons. The usual nightly crime. He stifled a giggle at the thought and the reaction it might bring. He wasn't looking to stay in the constabulary for the unforseeable future or whatever lockup there was beyond the cells at the constabulary. "Crimes, me? The only crime I'm committing is stealing peoples hearts with my innocent, adorable self."