There are just some things that leave a man like Silco exhausted. Sometimes, it's too many ODs on shimmer over the course of a night, because the damages and cleanup for the staff costs a lot. Sometimes, it is Sevika complaining about (well) the subject of their conversation. And normally, normally it's this. Ammunition and components are negligible, of course. Oswald would huff about them, but there would be an exchange of funds, or staff, or something worked out. Maybe a favor.

Those are easy.

The item spoken for though... that's the difficult one. "Not inclined to tell me what it's spoken for, are you?"

Not that he thinks that he would, but there is always the possibility to rectify things by just pointing the local terrorist toward whatever direction he'd been planning to aim it toward. Joker and Harley Quinn, eat your hearts out, the local crimelords knew who was really dangerous. Good thing she has a machine keeping her insulated from too much danger.

But he's right, she is a scamp. As much as Silco feels the weight of a headache, he's also just a little bit proud, because of course he is. Ripping off Oswald is no small feat. Of most of the criminal underbelly, he has no doubts that Oswald is one of the most intelligent, and the most dangerous. It is why he deals with him with respect and a level hand, because respect is far easier than an all-out rivalry. They all knew what happened to rivals. Hell, look at Falcone.

"I am sure I could find a reason for something...comparable to find its way to you, regardless. Maybe it will even be upgraded, as a... gift. For the trouble."