[ Aw, fuck. That's grim. And maybe it shouldn't be a surprise, given the ache in some of Vash's lyrics, but don't you always kinda hope your favourite depressed-sounding artist is just really creative? Wolfwood's usually not much for hugging, but the urge is there. It'd be too much in the first ten minutes of his job. ]

What would it take?

[ That's probably too much as well, but the words are out before he can correct himself. He grins, tries to take the edge off it a little. ]

Lemme see if I can earn myself a bonus. A sheikh gave me a lambo once, taught me to take pride in doing the best job I can.

[ This is true. Sure, he waited until the sheikh had returned home and promptly sold the car to pump most of the money into the orphanage, but it happened! ]