The mention of money at least seemed to get her attention, which it usually did when somebody didn't have much of it. Which was a fact that Harry knew well from vast experience that had left him with an appreciation for the green stuff and a remarkable skill and mixing those little instant noodle powders into exciting, bold new flavors.

The distrust and caution was evident in her tone and expression, but he tried to keep his own voice light. Conversational as possible.

"What? No. No, no, no." He shook his head quickly, then paused. "Hmm... well, actually, yes it is."

He shrugged.

"But all I want to get somebody to do is my filing."