"No, I mean it. I'm not interested in the money," Deidre said, inclining her head and lifting her brows at him. "I might be interested in the other things in the bag, but I'm not interested in the money. You can assume all you like, but you can't blame me for trying to do my job when you're clearly all about doing yours. To judge me in that would be rather hypocritical on your part, don't you think?"
She lifted a finger. "If you're going to banter with me about logistics, let me put a few things in perspective. You stole this from a dead man. It didn't really belong to you until you took it. But then you've already established a pattern of claiming something by right. You earned the right to possess the dead man's purse by killing him. Then, I came along and stole it from you just as you had stolen it from him, except that I didn't kill you to do it and tricked you instead. So now, based on the pattern you yourself established, the purse now belongs to me until you do something to reclaim it."
She waved a hand. "I'm still waiting for your terms. I've been waiting for your terms since this entire thing began. You'll have to give me a straight answer, otherwise we'll just be going about in circles."