She starts to say that she doesn't care who's law is in rule here, but she stops at the sight of the flask. Even with the lid on, she fancies she can smell it. She half reaches a hand out for it, but she stops herself before she can take it. Her fingers, mere centimetres away, tremble.

"What do you want for it? I've got - I have some coins somewhere." It's better the deal is out in the open now, before he can demand something ridiculous of her. She's learned that lesson once too often with Montparnasse and his friends.