"I can be very persuasive," he said with a grin. Though, now he couldn't help but wonder just how persuasive someone needed to be to actually get a tank. Of course, in his case he could just throw money at the issue until it was resolved. "Hell yeah. That's what I like to hear."

Ah, yeah, about that. It only took a moment or two for his grin to waver and fade. "Not really sure what that feels like." He was sure Prokopenko cared, and probably the rest of his boys, and that was important, it mattered, but- he wanted Ronan to care. It was too late for him to wish his family cared; he couldn't stand any of them.

Luckily, there was a distraction before he could dwell on that too much. Because only one singular person had ever said they trusted him in any capacity. He didn't want to fuck that up immediately, but he also wasn't always sure what was an acceptable ask and what was too far, so he was just going to take a wild stab at it.

"Mmm, take your shirt off, then." He wouldn't be an asshole about it though, if that was too much--he also didn't know if that was something that would get them kicked out, but considering other things...maybe it would be fine. He didn't really care, either way.