Scratch, a lawyer and private council to the Baroness of Phiarlan House is in a tavern late one night. A rough night. He just came down from his room after a heated proposal gone wrong. A reporter from the Sharn Inquisitive (and Scratch's occasional hookup) is there.
Scratch: "Eliza, aren't you a sight?"
Eliza: "Well, if it isn't the oh-so-private devil man."
Scratch: "Come on. Enough of that. Let's get out of here. I need to blow off some steam."
Eliza: "First, I have some questions. ON the record."
Scratch, rolling their eyes: "Eliza..."
Eliza: "What do you say to eye-witness accounts of you taking the Phiarlan baroness's daughter up to you room at this Inn?"
Scratch: "Who is the witness?"
Scratch: "unreliable source."
Eliza: "-and with a handsome young elf."
Scratch: "It was just business."
Eliza: "Our sort of business?"
Scratch: "My business with any client is confidential." With a smirk, "Especially ours."
Eliza: "So you decline to answer?"
Scratch: "As always, miss Witherbee."
Scratch takes a step toward her, and she holds up her notepad between them.
Eliza: "Hm... 'Devil Lawyer of Sharn seen with Eylise Phiarlan and hot mystery man going up to room to conduct Private Business'. That has a fun hook."
Scratch: "You're a reporter of integrity. Don't stoop to petty gossip."
Eliza: "Why Eylise? Is it because she looks so much like the Baroness?"
Scratch, who had been playing coy, grew very serious with a bit of bite in his voice.
Scratch: "Miss Witherbee. I have been quite clear. I hope to never see my name, or my business, in one of your articles without my expressed permission. It would be a shame if your paper were sued for libel, that it would be more profitable for them to drop you as a reporter than to fight the charges in court."