"Huh? Why are you looking at me like that? Did I say something weird?"
Herbert grinned at Eliza, rubbed his fingers, and made a gesture of gold coins.
"Satisfied, then pay up."
"Not satisfied? Well, you still have to pay."
"Honest business, fair to all."
"Miss, you've admitted you're satisfied, don't think of skipping the bill, right?"
That's the principle of it, but... this talk sounds rather cheeky, doesn't it?
"Uh..."
Eliza blinked quickly, deliberating her choice of words, hesitantly hinting, "Your words sound a bit like those of... uh, certain 'pleasure-seekers'?"
As a civilized person, Eliza was at a slight disadvantage.
Her phrasing was less vulgar, substituting unspeakable professions with a small portion of a goddess's followers.
Pleasure-seekers, a euphemism for the adherents of the God of Love, more inclined to represent those willing to sell their flesh for gain.
In other words, it's... those who get it just get it.
