"Something like that, yes" he smiled slightly. In a way his family were quite like that. But they had more power by far. Tyrion didn't know what the mafia was, however. But it was a concept he could understand in a certain way.
He looked at her with a slightly injured look. "Betrayal?" he asked her. "Do you assume I could be so cruel?" he asked, before knocking back more wine. "I would offer you payment but it seems that it means very little here on this ship. And I doubt my coin will serve you much purpose in your own world, should you return. So what would you ask as payment?"