Walden shot her a look of mild surprise and a hint of a smirk danced across his expression before he reached for his drink. "Says who?" Walden was testing her a bit to see just how committed she was to the job he was offering her, if she was willing to fight for it or was going to let it go easily. He didn't want someone who's whims would change easily because he felt that the box was going to take a little while.
"That Weasley prat was there for more years than I care to count," Walden personally wished he was still buried in some tomb but he was providing him with some entertainment. "I am sure he wouldn't complain about the gold, we both know his family needs all the gold they can get." Walden said with obvious discontent for the previously mention family, but sometimes you couldn't be picky. "Now, I ask you again, are you going to take it or leave it. I do not have time to play games." Walden was done with the usual business wooing and charms. It was business time.