He smiles, difficult to read here how serious he’s being,
“So while we can cultivate rarity and beauty,” he glances at her jewels, and other parts of her, again, “- some more successfully than others – I wonder if it’s important to have someone we can trust to be honest with us, and call us out for…fanaticism. For…operating out of our context.”
She gives him a long level stare.
“I’d say that was essential. I’d say if you were lucky enough to find such a rare person…
A beat.
“They’d be expensive…”
Her gaze has turned somewhat smoky and challenging.