He quirks his head around when she says that number, eyes narrowing as his lips quick into a smile.

Five thousand is it? So you did bring your big girl guns to the Charity Ball tonight Reg. Why don't you try this on for size?

Alexander flexes his fingers, waving for the attendant to just stand there and hold his drink as he takes a step closer to the stage.

"Ten thousand credits." Like it was no big deal. Like it was chump change — when in fact, yes, okay, he can probably guess how much Regina makes in a week, and it's probably not that different from what he makes. And they both know that ten thousand credits isn't something you can just throw in the trash.

But this was war.