"This is genuine Alypius set of icons," Henry murmured. It was, admittedly, worth far more than the girl was selling them for, but if she was at a pawn shop and not an auction house, that meant she was desperate for the money. Or desperate to move the art. That was a possibility, certainly. But he didn't know the woman's name who he'd seen with them so long ago or how to even begin to trace something like these, which had no doubt been hidden for ages. Besides, they might actually be hers.

His eyes flicked up to the man who was starting to make a scene and glared at him. Just a little. "You don't know who that is." It wasn't a mockery, just a simple, clean observation. "So, you don't know the value of these." It was wholly possible that even this young woman didn't know how precious these were.

Still, he looked at her calmly, returning his full attention to where it needed to be. "Would you accept a cheque? If not, I'll have to retrieve the funds and meet you another time."