[absolutely not, I’m afraid, would have been his response back at kingsman. their tailoring business was strictly professional and on the books, though agents were no stranger to utilizing bribery and whatever methods would open up their marks when necessary. there’s not much harry would bat an eyelash at these days.

this isn’t a mission and really, it’s not like this is the same kind of establishment as a true bespoke tailor on savile row. besides, maybe down the line byerly will return the favour somehow. and for god’s sake, it’s not like they’re talking about selling secrets or high grade weaponry here. there’s a little room to haggle.

still, he can’t resist teasing a little, pausing a moment to pretend to think about it.]

What sort of establishment would I be working for if that was an acceptable form of payment?

[another pause, and then he lets his lip tug into a small smirk. he scribbles out the original number and offers another one across the countertop again.]

An interesting one, I should think. If you’re amenable, name your terms.

[right here and now? or after harry leaves the shop?]