Spencer smiled sarcastic at the eccentric new arrival and said sharply. 

“Of course beauty is a subjective matter and this is business, not a childish adventure. Making up infantile stories are nothing more than that, stories. For all I know, Good Sir, you could be cohorts with this unseen Benefactor, walking in and blithely signing contracts in an attempt to encourage us to follow your foolishness”

Turning to the Pianist, he sat himself upright and looked her clearly in the eyes and again spoke sharply and clearly. Her look of frustration did not slip by unnoticed. A slight chink in the armour perhaps, despite all her beauty, perfume and flowery language just human after all..... 

“Whether you are suitably impressed by the Benefactor or not has no relevance to me. It is me he needs to impress if he requires my services. The good Detective here is clearly of a similar mind to my own. Illegality is not something to be embarked on lightly, especially for men in positions like ours. I have also yet to read a contact that a man can walk away from unscathed” 

Spencer sighed and seemed to deflate slightly.

“Dear Lady, I fear I have spoken to sharply to you. You have been put in an unenviable position with a rather uncompromising person. I do hope you do not take all I say as a personal assault.”

Spencer sat back in his chair and paused, as if concentrating.

“If, as you say the first task asked of us is relatively unchallenging and your Benefactor provides a demonstration of his skills that are acceptable enough to persuade me he has the talent to provide me with my hearts desire, then, I will reconsider signing this contact”