"Mister Winter, when we're in the open then," Gold muses. It's on the nose but not quite so sharply as the code name he gave him. "Any other names we will have to figure out in the future. I suspect you weren't grown in their labs, so there may yet be others you simply do not know." He doubts the man lies when he says he only knows this much.

He looks him over, debating whether he should leave him here to watch the shop, but there is little reason.

...He supposes somebody will have to use the bed in the flat upstairs, after all.

"It will not take me long to finish, but you can lock the front door while you wait." He supposes he will have to feed him as well. "Are you hungry?"