He makes the offer in front of everyone, which is the first honest thing he has done since the funeral.

PortraitOne night. Both of you, in the gallery, where I can see. Name anyone you like and I will acknowledge them.

MioneThat is grotesque.

MalfoidThat is a contract. He does not make offers he cannot honour. It is his only virtue.

Nobody says no. The trustees leave and the candles stay lit.