"It's not what you said," she says, looking at you in a strange way, "it's how you said it."
You say that you are really desperate. You ask her please to reconsider.
"That's better," she says, smiling a bit, "but I think you should be on your knees, begging me for an advance."
What? Really, you ask, flabbergasted. She really wants you on your knees?
"That depends on how much you want that advance..." she says noncommittally.