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I have nothing of value.

Not quite what I meant, but I can empathize nonetheless.

( Confused bb is confused! )

What is it you mean, ser?

[ there's a slight downturn of his lips at being addressed as 'ser'. ] What I'm askin' is... what would it take to have you dispense with honour? What the cost is for doing something you stand against.

Price? For what?

For doing something you well and truly stand against. Most men have a buy-out-- what would it cost to forsake all you've been taught?

....

[Phillip's already been there and all it took was a longing to keep up with Brandon. He frowns and gives the answer he assumes is the "correct" one.]

I don't think there is a price.

I'd say about $4.50.

[ his currency runs in the form of gold and silver- he's not certain how much 4.50 is worth, though it hardly sounds steep. ] Cheap, are you?

I have none.

Somehow, I doubt that.

The things I want can never be gotten back. What can you offer someone who wants nothing? Someone unafraid to die?

...do you have a moment, darling?

Depends what for.

Well... you asked for my price, didn't you?

I'm not exactly cheap.

Careful. [the Thunder God frowns.] That tells of an insult.

Only upon clumsy interpretation.

But if it were... [he frowns, trailing off.] Than you should admit to it so I might teach you a lesson, mortal.

[Humans are too amusing.] What are you trying to buy?

Nothin', mate. It's only a question. For curiosity's sake.

Well, if you're going to be that general about it - opportunity.

Depends, the price for what?