"Yeah, you'd think." Bull gives a rumbling chuckle, his ears lifting a little more from something neutral into something a little more friendly and alert. Maybe he should have tried harder to get the witcher this relaxed before now but he is starting to relax, and it's a relief to see. Makes things easier. "If you need the money, though, I know someone who could probably spot me something. Might be a little bit before I can talk to him, but I'm pretty sure he'll do it."

He'll bitch about it forever, Bull thinks, a little more wistfully than the thought actually deserves - smuggling people out of a place means the Chargers haven't been able to stay that long, so they haven't really gotten to talk - but he'll do it.

He focuses back on the witcher again, willing the wistful expression off his face and replacing it with a sly little grin. "You ever taken a job from a monster before? Maybe I could be your first time there, too."