"Of course not," Adam said, sounding mildly affronted as he turned to his cousin. Orin was late, but that wasn't surprising, and it didn't bother him. Other people wasting his time received the nastier side of his personality, but Orin was family, and family could get away with murder as far as Adam was concerned. "Would I make up a story about getting myself maimed by Reavers for giggles? You know the only thing I take more seriously than money is the state of my person." He flashed Orin a ridiculous smile and gave him a warm pat on the back, just hard enough to be obnoxious.
Dropping his hand to the bar, he picked up his glass in two fingers, swirling the drink around. "And I don't reform." He didn't consider Daryl a reform, nor did he think she had anything to do with reforming him. He still used people, unrepentantly, until they were dried up, and then he set them aside. A useless person had no place in his world and never would. What was delightful was that Daryl understood that, too.
"So you need someone to handle your money," he said a few seconds later. He gave his cousin a cocky smile and a salute with his glass. "I'm just the man. What're you looking to do with it? Double it? Triple?"