[There's an irony to the direction; Vash doesn't need to breathe in the first place. And maybe he'd tease Wolfwood about the concern traitorously lurking in that phrasing, if not for the much juicier opportunity presented to him, for lack of a better phrase, on a platter right here.

There's a twinkle of mischief in that omnipresent smile as the laughs taper off and he straightens up.]

Oh, that's right. There was that massive bill you charged me before. But if this would count us as even, I'd be happy to pick up the tab.

[There is no tab. But Wolfwood doesn't need to know that juuuust yet.]