Jesper looks back at him with a surprised laugh- oh, wouldn't that have Kaz in a fit? Pekka's name being the first to come to mind when anyone thought of the Barrel. Insulting the rival's name came reflexively even here.

"Oh, a far better class than him. Beatings and murders to avoid having to think out a plan? Such a cliche, it pains me."

He could only tilt his head in acknowledgement of that second statement. No one trusted a Grisha, particularly now. A talent best kept a secret, to be sure.

"But trust isn't really part of our business, anymore than yours. Politics are politics, whether they're in a palace or a back bar."