She, plainly, could not assist him in that way...oh, but she'd helped in so...so...many other ways. Was he disappointed and a bit saddened by the hurt look on her face? Yes, that much he made clear with frown. She thought he had merely brought her back here to take her money. That simply wasn't the case. She'd given him plenty of information...but, he'd gotten all caught up in her allure, in fact, he still was. Thus, he'd thrown himself off of his game. He had not planned to factor her into his equation; she'd not been a part of his little game, but he'd been so intrigued by her presence and grace of knowledge, that frankly, his mind had swayed to her. Now, it seemed he was going to lose her. Lose her, and Marcus realized, his chance of a clean getaway with the painting. She was far more likely to believe him if he probably just told her the truth, but, with a little spin on it. Marcus did follow, but called to her,"Adeline...wait...there's... something else...I think you should know." Here, he paused, thoughtfully. These next words, in his mind at least, were critical. Say them wrong and she'd be gone. Say them right...and he might yet have the prize after all.
Marcus tried a different approach, trying to hide the bit of desperation in his voice as best he could,"Adeline...I'll admit my earlier money grab was a bit...odd. I apologize for that, really I do. But, think about this; no one values the painting like you or I do. No one understands it's importance in the entirety of the collection like you or I do. No one...can so elegantly speak of it's positive attributes like you can. Look, I don't know how else to say this. I...don't just want to buy the painting on some whimsical notion that the world will understand it's meaning. In fact, I...never came here to buy it at all. I...I cam to steal it and I hoped that you might help me do it. You...you are a very pretty woman and...to be honest, I had almost given up on the idea of even stealing the painting...because I find you much, much more interesting as a person. Besides, the painting is worth far more than whatever it will be auctioned off for tonight. So, what I propose to you is this: help me steal the painting, help me give it to someone who will treat it properly and display it for the entire world to see; rather than throw it away in some dusty corner, forgotten, alone. Or maybe they'll hide it in the storeroom, confined to it's shipping box. Save it from that fate. Give it a true home. Free it of the chains of auction. Just...give me...some time alone with the items to be auctioned...and....I'll give you part of th eproceeds from the sale." How much of those "proceeds" he was unwilling to say. he just wanted to see if she'd bite. His hand was dealt. he'd been thrown off of his game sufficiently enough that she'd caught his little lie.
Marcus took a look around him for something to hit her with, but everything was too secure. Brute force wasn't his strongest asset. If it came down to a fight, even with her, he'd lose and he knew that. He had words, and he'd gotten this far. He added,with a gesture at her outfit" How much did all of that cost? How long did it take you to put it together? Four months? Six? With the money you'd earn from this little deal...you could buy ten outfits just like that...if not better! Please, help me do this...and you'll see your share of the money." He nodded and smiled once more at her. He hoped the money angle would win her back over to him. If only for a little while. She was scared, he was terrified that she'd tell her father about the theif who tried to steal her money...besides, everyone ha a price, or so logic went. He just had to fugue out what hers was.
He caught up with her and said, with a bit of a pleading look,"Please. Just...five minutes. Five minutes and it's all done. No one else has to know." He looked at her once more and waited anxiously for her answer.