Red spots appear on Bartholomew's face, and he repeatedly opens his mouth, as if gasping for air. "Your Grace!

Red spots appear on Bartholomew's face, and he repeatedly opens his mouth, as if gasping for air. "Your Grace! How could you! Such... pointless... expenses! If we keep giving your treasures away at this rate, we'll soon be begging on the streets!" The Treasurer is silent for a few moments, then sighs and lowers his head. "As you wish, baron."