[Taxes are something that Sully's shady accountant friend takes care of for them every year. They pay their fair share, because he can deal with jail but doesn't want to go there for tax fraud, but only after their finances have been massaged into something resembling legitimate work.

Her mouth is very distracting, but what comes out of it next still catches him off guard.]

What? Oh.

[So she's spoken to him. He probably should have expected this, Rafe being famous and all. Well, sort of. Not really famous, but a name. It's like if Bill Gates were less talented and more psycho and ended up in space, of course Elena would want to talk to him.]

It didn't occur to me. I knew him twelve years ago, he wasn't even a big business tycoon or whatever it is he does now. His daddy made the money, he just spent it.