Augustus watched the other man over their glasses.  He was still smiling that damned Guy Fawkes grin.  He’d never seen it falter, no matter how hard he negotiated.  And he was just as good.  A world champion poker player.  And now the game was over.  “So now that you’ve got my stake, what will you do with it?”
He set down his glass.  “My backers think like you do.  The City is an efficient way of concentrating capital.  But I see it as so much more than that.  There is so much potential here.  I’m going to do wonderful things.”