He smirked. "Geez, I'm an asshole, but I'm not that bad, am I?" Whatever hardass mood he'd been trying to hold onto, it was broken through now. At least to the point where he'd let himself genuinely smile. "I'd never be able to look you in the eye and charge you for that paint." Gus paused for a moment before looking up at her. "I'd probably send you an invoice."
Gus shrugged, listening to her referring to him repeatedly as her brother, as a part of her family. For a moment, he started to feel a pang of guilt that he'd not yet accepted the fact enough to actually be able to think of her that way in his mind. Gus still had to redefine his idea of what family meant. It was taking him awhile to change a twenty-eight-year-old point of view.
"Somehow, I don't think it'd be quite the same if I did it legitimately," Gus thought out loud. He could envision his business ventures tanking the moment word got out that the owner was the one responsible for defacing storefronts of his own clients to garner their business. "Wouldn't exactly impress anyone on a resume."