Accepted, but that still leaves the insult of running into me. [She looks down at her strands and, experienced as she is with it, gives it a hard tug to let the dragonborn know that she was still in her web. The lack of social distance not withstanding...]

Flattery will get you everywhere, of course, but I do believe that this would require a certain degree of compensation. Would you not agree?

[Getting information of the other may be enough... but for right now her savvy businesswoman sense wants to let the offer dangle to see what tantalizing possibilities would be provided.]