Anne
"The truth about my pressing is rather clear. I don't rather settle down and just help out. You can I am a helper to all. Especially in this city. Many could confirm as they won't see me confined in one spot."

Many can vouch as he really doesn't steal as it's one of the rules he sets for himself. He worked hard to avoid doing that to avoid being suspicious. Luckily he was able to proof it as he worked with numerous individuals.
Robert
The piercing gaze of Varis's purple eyes bore into every inch of surface on Ra'zirr's being, as he watched and studied every muscle movement as the Khajiit responded. Justified. The Scholar listened, mauled over the answer, before becoming upright. Dissatisfaction was spread across his face. 

"Hm." He looked forward. "Such determination. It must be grueling, what you do. Because, the numbers, no matter how you explain, do not add up." Varis chuckled a little. "Though, that determination is to be congratulated. Perhaps even that initial estimate you provided was smaller than the actuality of your wealth." 

Varis looked back toward Ra'zirr. "In time, should you amass more, I would like to stay in touch. Those who can grow their own wealth are quite exceptional to me. Regardless of how it is achieved."

The tavern would be in sight now, an expensive place of fine wood and signage, with plenty of septims spent on the exterior, and likely interior. The Rose-Gold Glass, a less popular establishment, primarily due to its prices, as compared to the Bee & Barb. They were still a few dozen paces away, enough for Ra'zirr's answer before they stepped foot inside.
Anne
"I will consider that. Now enough about my wealth or status let's enjoy these drinks. Trust me I will need to keep my work top secret for people. They rather find it rather odd a Khajiit have gold like that. Thats why I don't speak on that topic."
Robert
The Mage watched Ra'zirr as he happily took Varis's dismissal and diverted attention to the drinks. Varis nodded, looking forward as he made his way to the tavern and pushed open the doors. 

The tavern was dimly lit and refined, appearing more of a restaurant than an actual tavern, with different corners and areas for seating, but a bar was at the end. It had all manner of decorations and elegance, but it was clear that everything was either nailed down or built into the foundation, and anything detached from the building was of little value. 

Varis made his way up to the bar, where the barkeep was currently chatting with two others further down, getting their orders and filling a few mugs. 

The Wizard narrowed his eyes, before looking to Ra'zirr. "Well, if I cannot get a straight answer about your work, what brought you to Skyrim? You do not strike me as the type to battle and clash with the Nords for sport, as they love to boast about doing."