[ Oh, alright then. Risotto actually relaxes — a relative term, with someone as perpetually watchful and tense as he is, but still significant — at the list. This is, after all, his language that he's hearing right now. Actual crime, none of this pickpocketing child's play, like someone had heard once of bad people and decided to pretend to be them in this fantasy world.

Risotto's stare goes at once sharper but his shoulders slant more calmly towards the other. No longer waiting for a catch or a threat, Risotto is reacting to sensing an actual peer. ]

They'd surely make more money if they dealt in more dangerous merchandise and services. [ He says, evenly enough, mildly enough. He shrugs. ] But it's up to them how they run things, I guess.

[ By body language alone, it's probably safe to bet that Risotto is only comforted to hear someone talk about hits so publicly, even if it sounds like he isn't going to be asked to do that anytime soon.

—Except. ] And I suppose acting outside the lines they've drawn for us is frowned upon?