"It is true, I am a businessman," answers Konrad, his gaze following the circling Kindred woman. She is asking a lot of him, phrasing things almost like a contract. "I do have access to these things. Items, information, connections," he repeats them in order, establishing this assessment of his value. "And you would assist me in my ventures? You know I'm not exactly trading stocks and bonds. This is the black market, Miss Yui. Organized crime. You sure you want to get your hands dirty with something like that? Theft, burglary, back alley deals with lowlifes and ruffians. It is not a pretty side of the underworld, and I've only got my foot in the door. What kind of assistance would you lend me?"
The question is a fair one, Konrad believes. He doesn't understand the hierarchy of the Invictus and the strength of their influence just yet. Mostly Konrad is fishing for more information before committing to such a promise.