Blankly. "What do you want?" The question was different this time; he had negotiated in limited fashion on the boards, but frankly, it was a skill beyond him. Up until this point in his life, Daniel paid whatever was required to get what he wanted; his books, the only tangible thing he held of value, was debated with the assistance of an agent. He paid for the agent. Thanks to their numerous correspondence over the last three years, Daniel knew that Vaughn did not want money.