Well, someone was feeling jealousy. Mab smiled a little at that and moved to touch his arm for a moment in a soothing gesture. She had given him more than he'd given her, the touchy man. "I think, perhaps, my child might have fared better had she needed to make ends meet." Her expression went a little... not quite sad but remote after giving him that much. It was more than she really ought to have given him but he was interesting and she didn't want him stomping away just yet. She might regret it, but then if he made her regret it, so would he.

"I have offended you, but the answer was truthful." She looked at him almost as though trying to determine if he'd have preferred a lie. Not that she could give one but she could have avoided mentioning that she didn't have to struggle for money. To survive in the fae realm though? That might be a different story.