"And here I thought all they revealed how much money the artist wants to earn."

The remark was flippant, of course. He didn't truly believe that. It was part of it, he was pretty sure- no getting around the fact that money ran the world- but a part of the artist was always left behind. He thought. He assumed.

"And you'd be surprised how often a good old bit of revenge is on someone's mind here. It's like the entire world's pastime!"

It was said with a smile, though one with furrowed brows and a hint of danger- theatrical and dismissive. It was a joke. Like life was a joke. Because he didn't like that Thrawn could touch that part of him just by looking at the sort of art he liked. So it had to become a joke.

"I can't imagine people being any different where you're from. Someone's always laughing and someone's always wanting to make them stop."