The woman's eyes sparkled as she stared at the Dragontaur's great claws smashing into the table, she shook her head. "None of the price, it stays, my body is my downpayment as you were. I assure you, if the sword is made true to what I want and I come to claim it without the money. You may keep me here as your.. servant until the debt for the sword is repaid..", she ran her fingers across muscular draconic arms, "do you accept mighty Ancalagon.. creator of beauty?"