No one truly does. It's a duty that isn't to be taken lightly. We see fit to dip our nets in the water when it suits us. Would that I could find a better way to traverse such treacherous waters.

[Her hand's in the fountain again, and she's watching how the light from the lamps plays against the glimmer of submerged coins. It's too dark to see her reflection now. A warped shadow stares back at her, rippled by each caress against the water.]

Certain impressions have to be made.

[She did call the money she gave him an "investment," didn't she?]