Leon was learning his lesson. Circe had her skills that helped business and traits that would hinder. He just had to make sure that he used that to maximize profit.

Like the job he'd sent her way from a self styled crime boss from up state. The man wanted a customized Luger because they were cool or something stupid. Personally he thought they looked stupid and it was fortunate that Circe had restrained herself, with prodding from Leon, from calling them the Crayola gang until after the men in pastel suits lefts.

Manage the negative trait and apply the skills. Like getting her the Luger and telling her to bill him for the parts.

Within the case Circe had just given him was the result, which wasn't as expensive as he expected. The grip was now a red wood carved to look like scales, the barrel flared out into a dragon mouth though the head still incorporated the site. The metal all had a red tint to it and he'd no idea how that had been worked.

Leon whistled, "Wow, that is."

Circe cut him off, "Gaudy. Impractical. Inaccurate."

Leon laughed, "Perfect for the Crayola gang?"

Circe nodded, "True," then scowled, "Shit fer idiots in shit suits."

Leon laughs, "Hey if they over pay for shit, that is important shit. I know you like guns,"

"And nice suits."

Leon nods, "And that, but remember what is the only thing in business."

Circe sighs and takes the money, "This. See ya around."