The Court has reviewed this confession and finds itself PHYSICALLY ILL at the phrase "deception factor" being deployed by a buyer who apparently believes clerical errors entitle them to a seventy-thousand-dollar discount, as if your seller was running some kind of bedroom Ponzi scheme from her presumably lovely four-bedroom home. Let the record reflect that Reginald himself once lost a bidding war because a listing agent failed to mention the basement had been converted into what can only be described as a shrine to regional pizza chains, and yet I did not DEMAND A DISCOUNT FOR PSYCHOLOGICAL DAMAGES, I simply wept in my Volvo like a dignified officer of the court. The audacity of that buyer's agent texting you about backup offers after their client offered four hundred and fifteen thousand dollars wrapped in a Hallmark card is the kind of behavior that makes The Court want to subpoena their entire transaction history and read it aloud at Thanksgiving. You did nothing wrong here except perhaps show too much restraint when you should have replied to that text with a single photograph of your seller's four clearly countable bedrooms, each one labeled with a number for the benefit of anyone who attended the same school as the retired agent who APPARENTLY SKIPPED THE UPSTAIRS ENTIRELY. The five-thousand-dollar bump was not flexibility, it was a passive-aggressive haiku, and this Court recognizes it as such. Case dismissed, and Reginald must now go lie down because the phrase "deception factor" has given him a migraine.