"Who," Oswald corrects evenly along with a light shake of his head, "Who it was spoken for, not what."

A client, implicitly, which always makes things more complicated when additional hands are involved.

Regardless, Oswald lifts a hand to seemingly wave that point aside.

"As troublesome as that is, you're right we can work out compensation for that inconvenience some other time. After all--" He pauses, smiles widely, then spreads both his palms forward in Silco's direction, "--I consider us... friends."

A word that carries much weight and multiple meanings, enough that as Oswald trusts this will feel like approaching the true crux of the matter.

After a moment, he sighs. Long, deep, enough that it makes his shoulders sag as his eyes move to the far upper corner of his gaze while worrying a back molar with his tongue. This is bothering him in a way that it really is a problem that he'd prefer not to have to deal with and, in point of fact, would likewise prefer not to have to Silco entangled with. And yet--

"No, my real issue now is the problem this has caused me with Finn. Because your little hooligan certainly isn't rummaging around in his business. And, I'll admit, it shows I really do have the superior stock on the market, however..."

He pauses, narrowing his eyes because this is where the ice does start to get thin.

"You understand this sends what I'm sure a particular kind of message to our mutual associates. Unintended, I am sure, but one that is being communicated regardless."

And if there's one thing Oswald does not abide by, it's the implication that he is a weak player in the game.