There was a gentleman - no, an androgyne - dressed as a noble at his dinner table, watching Ludwig with pitying eyes, "You're so mad for her it makes you look inept."
They chuckled, "There it is. That recognition. It's yours, and it will serve the purpose you wish it to. But, as for my price, I'm sure you know what it is."
He didn't feel any different, aside from shame and disappointment, and the androgyne smiled, "Here you are~" They said, granting the pelt to Ludwig, "Do take care of it~ we wouldn't want anyone finding it~"