Francis sighed and was losing his joy again. At least he had food. "You are full of secrets. You almost stabbed me with this very knife!" He wanted to stab it into the table and render it useless for a moment or two, but it would mark the table and possibly damage the knife and he would be the one in trouble, not the man who jabbed it towards his belly.

"You offered me something to get you information. Is this misunderstood? I am happy to do that. Why are you backing out of payment? You don't even know how little I will ask for. If I like to shamelessly flirt with someone for my own amusement, who does it harm really? And that has nothing to do with this matter at hand." He poked the table harmlessly with his spoon to emphasize his point.