[Vastra smiles and raises her eyebrows. Her son, teaching at university when he hadn't ever taught at a university before. He hadn't actually had a job before, and perhaps she's regretting that now.]

Max. Someday I'm going to die. And then what good is my money to me? I'd rather watch you enjoy it, if it's all the same to you.

But, if you aren't willing to meet me on that term, I could offer another one.