For all the lovely, shiny gifts you bestow upon me, I have always considered you an extremely rich man, should truth be told.

[That's not what he means, Morrigan- Ah, forget it. She's just angling to get more pretty necklaces and bracelets, lets be honest here.]

Curses! You truly wish for me to beg, do you? On my hands and knees, fluttering my eyelashes and cooing to you in dulcet tones?

[She leans in, voice in a low whisper. It may be alluring, if she wasn't putting on a highly obnoxious falsetto.]

Oh, sweet, noble Warden, surely for me you might find it pleasing to behead one or two buffoons? I would be able to reward you most generously, though I have little coin...