The smile stays, but becomes appropriately sympathetic.

"Money is a tiresome thing; I'm glad I've little use for it. It has strange effects on mortals in large quantities."

He chuckles, thinking of the old trick of "fairy gold"-- just a lot of leaves and dirt with an illusion upon them to make them shine. Still, it's a rare mortal who isn't fooled by it.

"But not you, it would seem. Or am I wrong?"