"It doesn't but thanks." Ryan was nothing if not honest most of the time. The noise Kajsa made added to the color in her cheeks was hilarious to him. Ryan chuckled, finding the exact same irony she was pondering in her mind. When she explained who the weirded name dude was Ryan simply nodded. Yes, siblings. Protective siblings, annoying siblings, siblings siblings siblings. He knew all about that.
As far as he was concerned that was that about names; he wasn't that curious about her heritage to inquire further. Discretion wasn't exactly his forte, but he doubted anyone of her family would find him at his usually prowls. "Not the grocery store...usually. I don't know, does your family frequent hardcore hookup bars, strip bars, the occasional fetish club?" He had no qualms with getting freaky and he liked it when people knew. "'Cause if not I think we're cool. Let's just say I hear no wedding bells anywhere near my future."
When she mentioned the money again it came to mind that Ryan really didn't need the money if not for the pesky "common sense" rules Dex had set out about their big heist. They'd all been living on a bare-bones basis for no reason other than the fact that the cops might eventually at some point get curious about their healthy spending - which now that Dex was in the wind kind of made sense, but still. He hadn't been about that life to be making cups of noodles for his brother and sister at least twice a week. Then again he supposed what he'd be getting from Kasja wasn't the kind of money the police would get interested in; and if they did, he would simply say he had a boytoy-sugar mama arrangement with Kasja. Nothing weird about that, he was definitely boytoy material.