A part of her that had not come out since the early years of her marriage was sparking to life now. The basic Slytherin traits of hers. Her ambition to be right at this moment over the issue was pulling at her. But it wasn't an unpleasant one. She was quite enjoying herself. Far more than any conversation between herself and her husband. Her problem was how to go about her counter-argument. But she didn't answer him quite yet. Instead, she let it go as though she were debating on if he was right or not, rather than show that she had already made up her mind.

Gazing around as she thought, her eyes hovered briefly over her husband. Shamelessly attempting at building connections, same as always. But that was when gold struck. This was exactly what the rich did. Send money for the sake of looking good, not caring one bit about where the funds went. Just like Hugo. Perhaps he really was meant for the upper crust of society. Something that she really couldn't care less about. "Cold. Society lives off of validation. Donating money too look good to those around them. To impress others. Doesn't matter where the money goes, as long as there's a big enough audience for the exchange. Hot or cold?"