I take the jewelry.
I take the brandy.
I trick or intimidate her into bed.
I earn her admiration so I can eventually reject her.
I spare no effort to find the source of the rumors.
I consider it unimportant and do nothing.
I gorge myself at her expense but ignore her company as much as possible.
I keep feeding my host with drinks, hoping she will humiliate herself.
I pay the killer's high fee.
I search for a less expensive alternative.
I would do it.
I pursue him despite the distance.
I forget about him and move on.
I wait to rob him until after his investments pay out, earning me more and hurting him less.
I ruin him immediately, earning myself less but crippling him.
I would adopt a humiliating disguise of one of the ill for a covert chance to slay my foe.
I would bide time to wait out the quarantine and make certain my enemy knew he was slain by me.
I keep it for my own personal use.
I would pass it on to a girl to make her more agreeable with my advances.
I quietly slip the treasure back to my own vaults.
I spend the treasure on a triumphal celebration of my doings.
I endure the chatter to get the information.
I consider it not worth the effort.
I starve myself for the three days to be able to fit in the clothes.
I simply decide to wear something I previously owned.
I gladly pay.
I haggle shamelessly.
I let him go to savor the celebration.
I leave immediately to thrash and imprison him.
I believe myself to be better than him.
I believe I am still worse than him.
I go and enrich myself dishonestly.
I feel as if the effort is too great for the pay.
I agree to her proposal.
I turn her down and continue as planned.
I will take the journey.
I burn the palace behind me as I flee.
I leave it intact so that I may retake it later.
I will feign friendship with the nurse to get access to the girl.
I couldn't stand to tolerate the tiresome hag.