[The answers weren't quite what he was expecting, but he rolled his eyes at the safe comment, hand moving to the inside pocket of his jacket. He pulled out a thick fold of bills, hundreds and thousands neatly curved in to and held with a sturdy clip. He handed it over.]

No safe, I'm afraid. Not much of anything that I need locked up. If you want money, you can have it. You humans and your fondness for currency. It never gets old. As for the first bit, well... who knows? Likely wasn't your time. Though, if you're in the habit of shooting your little pew pew thing at people, it's probably for the best. I'm not seeing new clients at the moment, if you get my drift, and Hell's a bit unattended.

Now, for the last bit...

[He spread his arms along the back of the couch, leveling Leonard with a grin.]

What would you do with me? If you had me, that is.