"You'd have me admit a two hundred year old claim to a mortal?" Sato canted her pretty head, faux surprise delicate as a blush on her face. "Because I hardly considered broaching the subject with Merric."
"This is the first time I actually bothered to steal from you." In fact Sato's means had been pronouncedly on the up and up for most of the 20th century. Admittedly there'd been a brief, ugly period after Joseph's death...but she's recovered control in time to avoid any permanent stains.
She idly thumbed the lip of her cup. "The robe is mine. Nine tenths of the law and all that claptrap. If you'd like I'll reimburse whatever you paid Henson's or, if you prefer, I can offer an item of equal estimated value in trade. Your call."