Jimmy laughs and stretches languidly, then shrugs.

'Well, why not? Do you know any rich folk here? There's got to be some, and maybe some that'll just magic you up the money or something. Also? That shit isn't 'business' - it's not selling anything, or revenge. Just getting people to help you out.'

He sees nothing wrong with taking favours from people.

'Hell, why don't you sell some of the stuff you make here?'