Tagon: You know the drill, Breya. I'll need fifty percent in advance before we commit personnel or materiel to the field on your account.
Breya: We might as well get this over with. I don't have cash, Tagon. Politics back home have dried up my funds. We're friends, right? Can we work this out?
Tagon: I'm just a big softie, Admiral. For you, eighty percent. Cash.
Breya: My appeal to the cockles of your heart appears to have found you cockle-less.
Tagon: And since you're obviously in dire straits, I'll let you pay in advance.