Aha. Lancelot lofts an eyebrow curiously, freeing his hands from thick white fur to lift his own coffee and sip it as he considers this.

"Met police officers cannot be seen to be offering bribes," he says finally, lips curling into something teasing. "It would have to stay between the two of us, or my cover would be blown regardless. Are you about to tell me you have very expensive, exclusive taste? I am afraid my pockets are not as deep as all that."