There’s an old joke supposedly told about George Bernard Shaw (some attribute it to Sir Winston Churchill).
An aristocratic lady and Shaw are talking at a party. Shaw asks if she would sleep with him for 1-million pounds. She agrees.
Then Shaw asks if shed do it for five pounds. She replies, What do you think I am?
Shaw says, Weve already established what you are, maam. Now were just haggling over the price.
Maybe Mark Twain.