"In that we're very much alike, since I doubt you use most of the potions you make on a regular basis. But you know your market, as do I." She shrugged nonchalantly, but was interested by the idea of him sending customers her way. "By all means, send them over. You know I'll treat them well." Because they were money in her eyes.
She opened the satchel before her and checked the supplies within - it was exactl what she had ordered. As usual, Pucey had kept to his end of the bargain, and Gemma kept to hers. There was a certain honour among thieves (for want of a better term), was there not? "As long as you leave me something in your will, I'll be sure to say good things at your funeral," she said with a chuckle. "But yes, let me know if you need anything before I put in my next order. It's always a pleasure doing business with you, Adrian."