[he'd clutch at his imaginary pearls, if he had a free hand. he settles for taking on an affectation of shock and hurt.]

Come now, that makes you sound like a subordinate. [he shakes his head.] This, dear Demona, would be a partnership. If there's anything else you'd need for your own goals that I'd be able to provide, I would be entirely at your service.

[heh.]