Antonin turned a skeptical frown upon Kluh at the thug's words. "Ah, does the law make you uncomfortable? How unfortunate... but perhaps, to our benefit, considering the end to which we might utilize your skills."
The old man carefully adjusted his brim and began walking in the direction of the Grindhouse, allowing the others to match pace with him. "But yes, let us away, to the Grindhouse. There, you shall have your business, and your meal."
And then, thought the spiteful musician to himself, you shall have your just dessert.