Michael smiles, tongue tucked in his cheek - he's gotta admit, his new acquaintance is pretty slick. And this Vash character gets a little more interesting every time his name's brought up.

Sort of reminds him what happens when you drop the name 'Michael Westen' in the right parts of St. Petersberg.

He flips over the cash and then holds out another ten to Wolfwood, eyeing him through the amber lenses of his shades; "A debts a debt, friend. Consider us even. For now."