"My sins? Goodness me." He can't help the laugh that escapes him- he doesn't know what her garb represents, he was simply smiling at a stranger.

"Not to worry, I have no intention of recounting my sins." He doesn't know if he even has that many... unless you count all the times he's menaced someone, in which case that could take all week.

"But I wouldn't be adverse to some company, if you'd like to join me. I promise I won't regale you with my various misdemeanours."