[ As expected. The reaction doesn't surprise him at all and he takes no offense at Trevor's response. A loud crack breaks the brief silence as he frees another rib from its place along the deer's spine. ]

I'm cleaning a kill. [ Diarmuid had gotten quite cross with him when he left a still-twitching kill in the living room. Even cleaning them in the tub was out of the question. So he prepares them where he kills them. ] The bones are for a job...I collect them anyway. I don't mind parting with anything that isn't a skull.

[ He scrapes meat from bone with his knife in silence for a moment. ]

I don't see how that makes me a creep.