"I ran the business end of our outfit an' cut all the deals. I ain't the best at average peaceful negotiation but I was always good at bargaining. It's more a train thing." He marks shit off on his fingers. "So right now seems like we're paid arbitrarily. No one knows why we get the credit we get. But the fixed quantities in the shop ain't affected by scarcity. I can get somethin' crazy rare and expensive for the same price I could get somethin' generic an' mass-produced, unless it's a weapon. That's why I invested in gettin' machines we could use to turn raw materials into ammunition."

But he realizes, maybe, this isn't the best topic of conversation for a date. But then again, it explains something about him. "It's a habit. When I stopped just doin' whatever job came my way I started stretchin' the money where I could."

That and he legitimately enjoys it. It always took more work than anyone would ever give him credit for. Peter just not believing that 'making a few calls' couldn't actually be him working his ass off for hours trying to pull some clout with his reputation and still get decent work.

"Honestly I don't even know where the money for this place comes from. As far as I know that train's pullin' a heist an' we're makin' out like bandits an' don't even know it. But I gave my current records away to Anan so... need a new book." He shrugs, huffing dragon breath out into the cold air, though not reacting much to the shift in temperatures. Though later he'll still appreciate getting his hands around a warm drink of some kind.