Gideon nodded to Andrew. 

"Very good."

Looking over at Amy as she posed her question, he reached into his coat and drew out his wallet. He took a 100 Mark note out and slid it over to her.

"Help yourself, on me."

Gideon then left the note in front of her and redirected his attention back at Andrew, his expression still neutral and keeping his body relaxed as he took his pint glass up again.

"So, you were saying?"