[Dirt from a grave is no more gritty than pressing one’s back to a sullied alleyway in London’s east end. He has done the latter, and while the former is new, they are near enough that he can toss them in the same category without fussing about it.

Then again, he isn’t the one with his back against the soil. So, you know. Probably invalid, either way.

He shoulders shrug. She can probably feel the movement, lifting.]

Everyone has a mystery to be prised out of them. But I would not call this a problem; only an exercise in getting to know you a little better.