Audrey laughed heartily as she sat back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other. She tilted her head only slightly as she threw back another quaff. Her mirth-filled gaze returned to the man with quite the boyish charm, "see and that is so puzzling. Why are you spending such a fortune on a replica. Except you've gone arse about the face. The Helst painting is worthless compared to the items you could have . You took an entire team, for something you probably could have lifted at midday, with just a bit of wits and ingenuity.<br/><br/>"But no, Mr. Thackery. You chose that painting. You spend thousands of pounds in unnecessary resources all for a nameless portrait. Do you know who the man in the painting is? It would solve a fairly inconsequential mystery, I suppose. No. The man in the image means nothing. Are you related to Bartholomäus van der Helst? It's pleasurable, but not likely." Audrey turned bright red. Oh bloody hell, what did she just say?!<i>Oh no, no no.</i>"It's plausible," Audrey said as she suddenly sat very, very still. Surely he wouldn't notice her little blunder.<br/><br/>After taking another long, hearty swig from the bottle, set it aside and busied herself with putting away her laptop. Fun as this little conversation was, he didn't need to know too much about her next step.<i>I'm just going to steal this painting from you,</i>she thought, trying hard not to laugh... or worse, taunt the mark. She did a terrible job of hiding her laughter, but as the table was now clear between them, Audrey leaned forward against the table, with her drink in one hand, and her other arm resting across the table. "So tell me, Mr. Thackery, why did you take it?"