[No means? Altius has no expectations that a dead man finds any value or interest in currency; quoting numbers was never his intent. He tilts his head, lowering his hand to put it on his hip.]

Surely you don't think that's true, Mr. Howe.

[For such an apparently smart man, it's a rather strict assumption. He intends to correct it, though not harshly.]

I have no shareholders or board members to appease with endless profits, and there are things far more valuable to me than this city's coins. Your expertise, for instance.

[The smaller scale will be and already has been a change from what he knows, to be sure, but one thing he absolutely has no complaints about is the freedom to use the company's assets how he sees fit.]