Romeo put his hand on his chest giving her a sympathetic smile. "Oh, honey, if people in this world only did things that were necessary, no one would ever be happy or kind-hearted. That's not a world anyone needs to live in. It's not charity. It's gratitude. The only ideal this world will ever see are the ones we make ourselves. Somewhere on the other side of the city, some evil cunt is probably robbing that amount of money off a little old lady taking it to send to her daughter for IVF who can't have children despite her six figure wage and doting husband. Then he'll go home and knock up his extremely fertile crack addict girlfriend of the week who has eight children to different guys. Don't brush away gratitude as something that's only a necessity for you. Your work is making a difference to someone trying to make their own ideal. How often are speciality cakes ordered for something that's not a celebration or a mark of respect, huh? Winston underestimates his own offering to the world." He took out the New York Times of that day where Winston had an article published that day about the pressures of eating disorders in demanding career industries, such as live theatre, such as fashion, such as TV and music, and showed her.

He waved his hand, amused. "Hard work is part of my success. Talent is one thing dripping from the rafters on Broadway. Hard work and knowing how to be what people are willing to pay for. Some people in this world think I'm only where I am because I had it all handed to me on a silver platter and I'm an ungrateful bitch." He rolled his eyes. "The world needs the basic to balance out the fabulous though. Life would be boring if I didn't have someone to mock or flaunt my success to."