"Don't bother trying to tell me you're unbribable. You are a Greek, after all." "Do I look like I need money?" he asked. "I've already paid for my funeral, and I've bought a very decent tomb for my family out on the Via Tiburtina." "Everybody needs money!" Hermes protested. "Not necessarily," I said. "However, I shall be praetor next year, and very few men never need a favor, if not for themselves, then for some family member. How about it, Polyneices? I am sure you are all very respectable people, but surely you have the odd scapegrace, the inevitable ne'er-do-well, among your kin? My own father has bailed me out of the lockup more than once in my young and foolish days." He thought, stroking his jaw in that odd Greek fashion."