"Im down for anything, for the right price, that is." Were the same words cloud never thought wouldve been taken in this context. typically all of his jobs were similar; not much of a variety. Hell, one of the only unique jobs hes gotten lately was finding a lost child of some old lady

"...." he swallowed loudly as he stared at the abundant amount of gil right up in his face, his eyes flickering between the bag in your arms and your face, your dead serious face, the one that he would only rarely see when youd try to win at that darts game back at seventh heaven, and even that, would be interrupted by drunken giggles, probably why youd always lose.

"... So you..." he lowered his voice, eyes glancing around the rundown environment of 7th sector slums. It was dark, not one living thing in sight aside from that stray cat sleeping under a makeshift roof. Your request made his throat go dry, “…you told me it was important," he said in an accusatory tone, he would have never come to this place at the dead of night if he knew you were going to ask this. “Are you that desperate that you try to bribe me into —...” He sounded annoyed, mad, even disgusted but truth to be told, he considered it, maybe for a second; would he admit to it though? Absolutely not, not over his dead body…and soon-to-be dead dignity.