No Larry, you're not allowed to be his pimp.

"Yep. I'm workin' my angles," he gestures to Larry, a single palm cruising through air, dealing with a hard situation the same way he dealt with those sheriffs at the train station. If that had ever really happened. "What are you doin'?" He dares to ask, not because he doubts Larry's usefulness in this situation but just because he can ask.