Listen, at one point the Belmont's were respected and revered by the people, he's not exactly telling a lie, though, given what he currently looks like, all dirty, his hair unkempt and stubble that could do with a straight razor over it- It's understandable that he'd look like some lowly vagabond.

"I'm pretty fucking useful myself. They should have asked." Trevor has no idea who or what this strange is, no inclination of the possibilities he could utilize if prompted to. Also, he'd like to smack him about the head if he knew... The last batch of Night Creatures he fought really put him through the wringer.

"I'll behave, for a little extra." Smirking, trying to work whatever amount of charm he has at his disposal to get a free drink. "Beer. Or ale. I'll take spirits before wine though... Unless it's red."