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 she’d do it for five pounds. She replies, “What do you think I am?”
Shaw says, “We’ve already established what you are, ma’am. Now we’re just haggling over the price.”
Maybe Mark Twain.