too nice is half stupid

As soon as he picked up one where she was going with her answer, a slow smile returned to Jupiter's lips. He already had the bones of a reply worked out. Being a selfish ass was his forte. He excelled at justifying his dickish behavior. Not that it was difficult. He was right. Charity, true warm and fuzzy selflessness, was as mythical as say, wood elves or pegasi. It was a cute notion. The belief that someone would willingly sacrifice something out of the goodness of their heart was noble and quaint, but not true. Nothing in life was free. Not even the thing that masqueraded as goodwill.

Jupiter tipped his head to the side and gazed up at Elise with an amused expression. "So why not call it a trade, then? If that's what it is there's no need for throwing about words like 'goodwill' or 'kindness' or 'charity' is there? If it's a trade it's a trade." He wasn't quite taking any of this seriously, but it was fun and so far she didn't appear to be miffed or appalled at his lack of decency. Thank god they weren't talking about the weather.