He suppresses the urge to chuckle and looks at his glass, at the liquid inside. "No, J-S, only the ones who're well connected and defeat their baser urges. Which is the point of this little endeavor after all. To make something grand, while also making a buck, or several." He turns to look out the window. "You see, out there are more like us, but they're lost, or under the patronage of someone who doesn't have the long term view. Long term view, important, do you think I gained all this through a bite on my neck? Of course I didn't. "He downs the rest of the liquid and sets the glass down."I invested what little remained after the civil war in railroads and budding industries in the south while my countrymen were squabbling over how to continue to suppress our former slaves. Their loss, our gain J-S. We're going to win this town and I need not only a blood bank operator, I need a Lieutenant. "