"No," Draco corrected, "but you implied it, and I don't care for the insinuation." He lowered his newsboy cap so that the silver glinted in a stray beam of light and went on, "I am wealthy enough to afford guns and bullets without having to steal them from the RSAF." He paused, letting his gaze slid across to the red-haired men gathered to one side of the room. "That seems like something your people would be more inclined to do, doesn't it?"