"Here's you pay, lass," Brynjolf told her. "For the heist."

The Imperial turned off her bedroom eyes and took the coin, gazing down at it blankly.

"Something wrong, lass?" Brynjolf asked.

"Nooooooo," she began a little lamely. "This is greeeeeat. I loved it." She paused, looking up at Brynjolf. After a pause she spoke.

"Hoping for more."

"Lass, that's all we owe you," Brynjolf began, a little angrily, but she quickly put her finger on his lips.

"Noooo, you misunderstand," she said quickly. "I was...uh...hoping for MORE."

She stepped closer to him and suddenly Brynjolf got the hint.