For a moment, Bazso looks surprised, as if he'd rather expected you to tell him to go fly a kite.  This is swiftly hidden by growing suspicion and then by something approximating predatory amusement.<br/><br/>"Now 'oo said anyfing about takin' over the Crows?  I'm an 'umble man of modest means, I am, an' so long's Lyssa's up to the job I've no inkin' to take it from 'er."  His chuckle is real enough, merry enough, but his eyes are now lingering on Lana in a way that makes it quite clear he'll remember how she brought up the topic.  "I've problems of me own, which is why you're 'ere."<br/><br/>His grin widens, shark-like, and his eyes drift to Elise and Yonah, then gives his flunky a sharp nod.  Said minion promptly pours two fingers of whiskey into another glass and holds it out to Silk.  The other Lampblacks are, to Lana's careful eye, a little surprised by this.  Whether it's the gesture of respect, or the mere idea of the boss sharing his booze, is anyone's guess.  Possibly both.<br/><br/>"I'm quite aware we've not seen quite eye to eye," he offers, voice drawling a little.  Understatement of the year, that.  "Business gets in the way and what wiv one fing an' another, hot words've been tossed about.  But while I've a bone ta pick wiv dem Red Sashes, I'm 'ardly unreasonable.  Nuffin' against Iruvians what don't pretend this is U'duasha or play the toff when they's as common as the rest of us.  So a little offer in good faith on my part."<br/><br/>His attention returns to Silk.<br/><br/>"Them Sashes 'ave a war chest.  Seems a pity, all that money just...sittin' around...be a shame if someone were to knick it.  An' if enough've that were to come back my way, I might jus' forget why I ever 'ad a problem wiv you."