Grace frowned.  "I imagine we ought to break even somehow."  She shook her head.  "What do you want, Riz?"<br/><br/>"Going market price?"<br/><br/>"In what?  Services?  We can work something out ... Release my friends, and I can give you free access to the Temple's services, ongoing?"<br/><br/>"Forever?"<br/><br/>"Is that what it's going to cost?"<br/><br/>"No.  I don't need whores."<br/><br/>Grace cringed.  "It's not prostitution," she corrected.  "It's spiritual.  Religious."<br/><br/>"If I gave you a hundred coins right now," Riz said, "You'd be on the bed with your legs spread.  That's prostitution as far as I've seen it, and I don't want it.  No, I want ... I want ten percent of all of your tithes.  For the next decade."<br/><br/>"You're going to profit from it, but you won't partake?"<br/><br/>"When I partake, it'll be because I'm a treasured guest, not because I've got a heavy coinpurse, hm?"<br/><br/>"And then you'll release them both?  For ten percent?"<br/><br/>"Just this one.  Esther's coming with me.  It was our arrangement."  Riz grinned, and Grace sighed.<br/><br/>"What do you want for Esther?"<br/><br/>"My locket.  If you bring it back before I've done away with her, you can have her back.  Sound good?"<br/><br/>Grace rubbed her temples and considered.  "Fine.  Yes.  Leave Jaimee and get out."<br/><br/>"Nooo.  Jaime and I made other plans.  We will return, yes?  Tell her, Jaime."