"Just as well I'm a good shot," Ulysse huffs without much pride, eyes closing as he leans into the stroking hand, prolonging the contact for a bit more. "And I can't afford to coax someone to move here. They'd be expecting some sort of compensation or assistance to move."

It's partly why Ulysse hasn't gotten a bouncer all this time. He definitely needs one with how rough the patrons get even without the gangs getting involved, but he just can't afford to pay someone to move into town for the job.

"... I guess I can try to hold down the fort a while longer," he mutters. He draws away from Sean and heads out the office door. "Do you want to take a drink for the road?" he asks over his shoulder.