"I'm not rich," he said with a casual shrug like it was no big thing, "Not yet at least." Truth was no decision had been made on that account. Although he could imagine that mother dearest and Grandpa Smith were having at it over the very thing right now. After all, who else would continue the line?
Merlin, they would probably send him to Bungs again and what a joy that would be.
Except he wasn't going to think about that right now. "And don't you know, that's all part of the game. You have to figure what I need, what can make me jump through hoops. Or even kill a man just because you asked nicely." Twisted as it was, he found himself enjoying this. And better yet, he could see that she was too. It was far better than people glaring at him, or telling him that he was an idiot or any other number of things he didn't want to deal with right now.