Prince Aurelius Titus Scorpio XII
Artos only gave a small shrug, it wasn't the first time someone had made and offer then changed their mind in an attempt to gauge the price. They never seemed to understand that information did not have a set price. The cost depended entirely on how much they wanted to know. People would spend fortunes for what they desire, even if what they desire isn't worth the price and, in his experience, it hardly ever was.
"That depends," Artos said, turning his eyes to the sea as she had already done, "On what they wanted to know and how badly they desired to know it."
He moved his hand up, running his fingers through his hair, "Do they want to know what you are developing? What you are working on? The tension in your nation? Do they want to know which ears are best to whisper in to cause another uprising? Or, do they want to know what you like to wear? When you like to sleep? What you like to eat? Who you enjoy spending your time with? Who you are bedding."
He lowered his hand from his head, and turned back to her. He scanned her from head to toe, "And, of course, how badly do they desire to know it. A man, or woman, will often go to any lengths to satisfy their obsession, but for you, Princess, I would not sell such information. Telling you what I know about you would give you hints and glimpses into what little birdies I have placed near you."
And, of course, he didn't memorize such things about her as it were. Some details may have stuck with him, but recalling it offhand would be difficult, but she did not need to know that.
Artos only gave a small shrug, it wasn't the first time someone had made and offer then changed their mind in an attempt to gauge the price. They never seemed to understand that information did not have a set price. The cost depended entirely on how much they wanted to know. People would spend fortunes for what they desire, even if what they desire isn't worth the price and, in his experience, it hardly ever was.
"That depends," Artos said, turning his eyes to the sea as she had already done, "On what they wanted to know and how badly they desired to know it."
He moved his hand up, running his fingers through his hair, "Do they want to know what you are developing? What you are working on? The tension in your nation? Do they want to know which ears are best to whisper in to cause another uprising? Or, do they want to know what you like to wear? When you like to sleep? What you like to eat? Who you enjoy spending your time with? Who you are bedding."
He lowered his hand from his head, and turned back to her. He scanned her from head to toe, "And, of course, how badly do they desire to know it. A man, or woman, will often go to any lengths to satisfy their obsession, but for you, Princess, I would not sell such information. Telling you what I know about you would give you hints and glimpses into what little birdies I have placed near you."
And, of course, he didn't memorize such things about her as it were. Some details may have stuck with him, but recalling it offhand would be difficult, but she did not need to know that.