You can't just...do things like that. Ultramarines are huge fans of planning. Huge fans. Never mind that half the time the plans fell apart the minute blood started hitting the floor.

"Why do I want this 'profit'?" He looked down at her. "Are you a Rogue Trader?" He had read of them of course, unaugmented humans who were the Emperor's sometimes unwilling vassals and vanguards. He'd never seen one in person.

"I don't secretly enjoy anything." That would sound like he had secrets. Or enjoyed things.