"What do you want? Oh don't give me that look. Everyone wants something. Consider it a transaction; you give me what I want, and I owe you one." Five drowns his liquor glass, before turning to you, looking expectant. His green eyes are calculating and sharp.

He doesn't mean it obviously, he won't leave this deal in debt

"Aren't you the least bit curious as to what information I could possibly be withholding? Make the deal with me, I'll make it worth your while." Five drawls with a smirk.