Utterly flabbergasted is what you are. 'Course, you've always imagined your future freedom plenty, strangled away from your executor's sorry, meaty neck. Yet now, the Queen is just handing it to you! No long con, no smooth talking or sleight of hand. You are a free man... so long as you accept her deal.
You're wiser than you used to be a few sessions ago, though. Last deal you got yourself into was a total bust. The payout was a fat load of nothing and the gig ended up on your rap sheet anyway. Now, if you hadn't been screwed over by that walking, talking furball, you'd be shaking hands with the Queen pronto, no second thoughts about it. But... what's the angle you're missing here? The royal bitch is smart enough to have something up her perfectly tailored sleeve.