Angrily

Lady Eliza laughs mirthlessly before slamming the table with her fist. "You're making a fool of me," she spits out.

"No, I don't. That's why I'm telling you all of this, outside the reach of other people's ear. If that's my intent, wouldn't it make sense to denounce you in front of all the crowd?"

Lady Eliza calms herself. "So, what do you want?"

"Cynthia, and in return, I will make the necessary tribute,"

"And?"

"That's all, I think. While I know what you want, and have the appropriate offers ready, if I state them now, you will accuse me of threatening to expose you," you say while shrugging.

"But yet you still insist on my serving girl,"

"Because I'm serious. I like her. My groin like her, and I'm honest to myself, unlike some of those currently running your errand around the town,"

Lady Eliza sighs. "Very well, let's hear it,"

"Sorry, I don't get what you're saying,"

"You claim that you know my thinking. Therefore, I want to listen to your proposal,"