"Trust me, I know 'ow much money you Shaw’s got. Yer Grandpere used to... "ask" my family to go acquire some nice t'ings for him. He always paid dem well. He's probably de reason I was even able to get into college." Smirking, Alisa made her way to Alistaire, taking a seat in his lap. She was like a cat, not caring about others personal space at times.

"I may not 'ave known your first name, but your Grandpere's name an' legacy are hard to forget. My services are gonna run you five digits for wastin' my time wit' what could be pathetic pieces o' fake art. Now, if you want ME... I'm priceless."