She stiffened, more in annoyance than fear. She shot him a look, much like a school teacher admonishing a particularly naughty student. "And it would be a shame for you to lose your steady stream of artwork because you murdered her in a fit of childish rage," she said steadily picking up her cup of coffee and taking a sip. She set it down quickly with a look of disgust. She did not enjoy Greek coffee.

He waved an arm around the luxurious room in which they were seated. "You ...