Even before she adds that last bit, he's starting to smirk. But it's sort of...fond, and certainly not malicious.

'You're worried about thin walls? Don' scream then.'

Though if he has his way...

'Look. I don' care how any of 'em look at me, and seein' as we're leavin' in a few days, I don' see why you do either. But I wasn't exactly plannin' on announcing it to the whole town. No one'll know, if we're careful.'

He relights his cigar, which had gone out.

'As for the...er, differences...you let me worry abou' that.'