Her head tilts to the side, and one corner of her lips rises in faint amusement. Of course he'd go for something notoriously expensive. But he's not jumping off the balcony, and she suspects he might stick a little longer. It's a start. "Nothing in life is 'just like that.' I think we both know that."

Then she shrugs, stepping closer so that she can speak more softly. "But all I'd really have to do is arrange for safe passage for you and then fake your death." She steps away and speaks at her volume. "By all means, order your lobster. But be ready to go soon. These are not people to be kept waiting."