"If I have one," Sato repeated, echoing Triton's tone admirably. So we're skirting the family element. Lovely. She took another sip of coffee. "A bit heavy handed, isn't it, the bit about me causing you trouble previously? Because, fair is fair, you've wrecked just as many of my deals as I did yours. A selective memory is a privilege of age," her slick, brilliant smile flashed, "but not in our case, I think."
Due to your nature...really, now. Quite the lording, her ex-mortal rival.
She stirred her coffee, looking thoughtful. "Provenance is a such a wily beast with foreign goods, who could blame you? Especially when the original owner is long since listed as, well, dead. Am to be guilty then regardless? I'd love to hear the reason."