You? Singular? His new friend-- partner, really-- didn't want any of the money that came out of this?
Really?
So it was just the information he wanted, just the connection. Well, Gambit could understand that, there was no real concern. He'd certainly let material things go in the pursuit of knowledge. It was more common than people thought. No real reason for concern.
Well, at least not for Gambit.
"Ligh's fine. Don' wan' eit'er one us endin' up in uh jail cell over 'dis." Understandably. Nothing so big that it'd cause serious problems, and nothing so important that it'd cause people to want to take revenge upon them. That was, until Gambit decided he wanted to start going after medicine in little doses. That'd fetch a lovely price.
But not now. And likely not any time soon.
"An' y' ever need anythin' from ol' Gambit, y' jus' lemme know, non? 'Dis street goes bot' ways." Loyalty bred loyalty.