He understands the concept, strange as it is; it's the specifics that elude him. And as someone who in his previous life would never accept this sort of contact from some stranger off the street, it feels a little jarring. But he won't argue with it, for now.

(This is what he's been reduced to, he thinks ruefully. A warm body for a stranger to make money off of. It's actually quite clever, when he thinks of it that way, that Will is so friendly to new arrivals.)

He has questions, so he asks, with a gesture toward the hand on his shoulder. "But how much does something like this earn? And when and how is it received? Am I paid if all I do is allow it?"