Guinevera still had the folded stack of bills stuck between her bustier and her left breast. She pulled the wad of cash out and placed it on the end table. "Marshal," she said in a serious tone, a bit rejected by his questions. "This ... wasn't for any debt. You've paid for my services every morning. When you gave me that stack I almost gave it back to you. Y'know, you should just take it. Here." She took the papers and placed them in between her index and middle fingers on her right hand and reached over to him to hand the cash to him. Her expression of enjoyment changed to a more solemn look on her face.