With the air of someone who has just completely stuck his foot in his mouth and is regretting it, Barrow takes in a little breath of air and then sighs it out, chiding himself for being so cavalier.

"Apologies, mate," he says with sincerity, "hate to hear that." It's easy to get inured to these things, when one's entire life has been dedicated to violence of some kind or another.

"...older than you," he then replies, a bit of the wryness coming back, "by a dog's age at least, I'd say."