"And live in squalor as a squatter?" Javert burst out, appalled. The shark jerked back in surprise at the force of his cry, then settled when the melancholy Javert resumed his blunted strokes. Sleep, Shark, so that they may leave.

He exhaled through his broad nostrils, brow lowered.

"I cannot accept such charity. No, I insist I must contribute my fair share in a household. If not with coin, then with work. I have two hands. Surely there is something I might do."