"Suspicion either way, eh? The doctors at Arkham would diagnose you as overly paranoid and prescribe you something that would reduce you to dumb and drooling."
"Don't count me out so quickly," he replied, tone cool. "I'm very useful when I'm pointed in the right direction." Sighing softly, he looked at the ceiling. "And I'd like to state for the record that I would waive my usual fees charged and would offer my services in a time of crisis." His gaze dropped back to her, now neutral.
"Miss Lane already knows this, so I feel no qualms about beginning this discussion. There's information that she needs access to. And I believe SHIELD is the way to get it." Sitting up, he spread his hands. "Imagine this information is inside a building. A very well protected building with thick walls wired to the top and bottom with alarms. Drilling in through those walls would be folly, you'd be caught immediately."
"Now imagine that SHIELD is the building next door. And not only next door, but they share a door. One that could lead inside that well protected building. Except SHIELD doesn't have a key. ... Yet. But the promised access is there already." He leaned forward, eyes locked with hers. "One could fabricate a key ... and enter... and not set off any alarm bells. Using SHIELD as an access point, Miss Lane-Kent could have access to the information that she so desires."