He can't help it, he snorts. It's amusement and welcomed. Just wait their promised riches are the coffin and carcass of a nobleman.

"Grave robbing is a profession, I suppose." And he trudges on, brows furrowed in thought. "...sir." An afterthought of a habit, lackluster as it's tacked on.

"You did not enter the Hall to search for hidden treasure so deep in its belly, did you, sir?"