He doesn't really know anything about guns, but admitting that, somehow, feels like the wrong thing to do. "Selling?"

Remi looks at the figures, a little confused, and then shakes his head.

"No, it's for the holidays, so I couldn't ask for anything. Besides, it's not like I'm doing anything with them, myself." And in general, asking for payment of any kind feels wrong, somehow. They're all stuck in this afterlife situation together, after all. There's bartering, but...he doesn't really want anything.