[It was less of an intent of sale (yet) than it was an opportunity to brag. An opportunity to - if he's being honest, which he's not - share his own happiness with someone else, someone he trusts at least ten percent of the time. More than he trusts most people.]

[The surprise doesn't show, though, and he's not nearly offended. The transition from pleasure to business is so instantaneous as to be entirely unnoticeable.]

Whatever's needed. There are very few limits. This is millenia of London in my hands, Dean, surely you don't expect it to be categorized in words.

So. What is needed?