The pretty green eyes were not lost on Hiram. He liked the beautiful gems in her face, but he didn't trust them. This conversation seemed harmless enough to him though, and so he didn't mind looking at her pretty face. He could appreciate the beauty of a venomous snake, but knew better than to get too close without the right tool to protect himself. He equipped his most disarming smile, before venturing forth. He'd wade carefully into this.
"The priceless artifacts are rescued, the history is rescued," Hiram agreed, "The gold and gems, however, are plundered to pay for the expedition," Hiram admitted. "I am not wealthy, and have no benefactor. I must make a living. So I rob the graves of dead men so that I might preserve them in the process," he shrugged, and waved the thought away with a gesture. "What other term could I use? It is important to be honest with one's self, even if you lie to others."