[Quickly, with little care, she waves her hand at him, a small shake of her head accompanying the motion. Paris is far away. Along with the arrangements to which she is used. Along with Prudence and Gaston. Along with... Armand. In this City, apparently, a woman works for herself. But with the money still coming out of a man's pocket, the differences really do seem to be minuscule. It is the same which is expected of her, after all. Company. Flirtation. A moment of forgetfulness and the money that can be spent during that moment --]

If it defines our relation best, Monsieur Lansky, "employee" shall be the title I bear. And I shall bear it gladly, too.