She couldn't help but laugh, rich and filled with true merriment, at the last of his comments – allowing him the luxury of finishing the full revelations of his observations before reacting further herself. It held a double purpose of course, the two men he had noticed were not necessarily there for her personal safety and keeping up the guise of two people deep in the enjoyment of each other's presence brought uncertainty to their intentions if they were darker she was sure. Few dared attack in public, especially in a tavern, yet it was prudent to give further reason to dissuade them – for them to know that attacking a seemingly jovial duo doing no harm bred resentment to the attackers.
Let them watch, they can feel a crowd's mood and understand when the time is not right to act. If they don't then I doubt they will live much longer she mused to herself as she smiled faintly at the youth before her.
“My dear boy, sad to disappoint but you are wrong on that one. You won't lay me despite what you might do. Though I can reward you with the affections of countless others should you prove useful. Hopefully they will be still be enjoyable despite their clear inferiority to myself” she grinned as she sipped her drink further.
She considered what he has stated to her, how he had gone about working out the words and ordering the thoughts. His mentality of analysis was decent enough if still limited by inexperience which he could not help in truth. He had taken small pieces of data and lined them up well enough to provide workable conclusions and that was admirable. She fancied that he could make himself a true advocate of the shadier practices of intelligence gathering if directed properly. She tilted her head in consideration as she responded to his claims.
“Your observations are decent enough, you are correct about the new barmaid though had you noted the fact she is wearing footwear more suited to a prostitute than a worker walking unceasingly in her current profession, the way she winces when a man touches her with certain intent...well it's not difficult to see she likely works here now as she sees it as a move up from being used every Bell or so by a stranger”she stated softly,watching him to see if he noted now those tiny tells of her nature.
“The patrons are indeed sailors, not difficult to see as you pointed out but remember when you observe you do not just watch, you listen,” she continued smoothly, “you could learn which vessel they work on perhaps. Whether they are smuggling at present or if they are thinking of being mutinous. You could warn a captain and gain favour. Or coin at least. A lesson for us all in as much as understanding that we assess with all senses and not just with one. At least you do in my world” she tapped his ear and his nose pointedly, if gently.
“As for these men by the door....describe them to me. Not just what they look like but think about how they stand. Are their hands never far from weapons? Do they project an aura of confident swagger? Are they watching me intently of just waiting for the opportunity to get a glimpse of my arse? Or waiting for you to fail before sweeping in for a good time of their own?”
“I know who they are, what they are here for. But I want to hear it from you. Tell me truly and then we can go and have a good time of a different sort and you may get an insight into what I can offer...and what I can do” she finished with her best mysterious gaze directly into he own eyes.
“You have skills that set you apart Uncle, but do you have the nerve to go further than being a mere watcher?” she asked him softly as she leant back and sipped the rest of her beverage away and planned her own moves in a game about to unfold.
Those two smuggler guard dogs will regret deciding to try and take me unawares. They should know better by now. I think there is a certain man who would just love to know they are back out of the ratways she told herself as her mind worked, shifted and began filling with a sense of required vengeance.
Let them watch, they can feel a crowd's mood and understand when the time is not right to act. If they don't then I doubt they will live much longer she mused to herself as she smiled faintly at the youth before her.
“My dear boy, sad to disappoint but you are wrong on that one. You won't lay me despite what you might do. Though I can reward you with the affections of countless others should you prove useful. Hopefully they will be still be enjoyable despite their clear inferiority to myself” she grinned as she sipped her drink further.
She considered what he has stated to her, how he had gone about working out the words and ordering the thoughts. His mentality of analysis was decent enough if still limited by inexperience which he could not help in truth. He had taken small pieces of data and lined them up well enough to provide workable conclusions and that was admirable. She fancied that he could make himself a true advocate of the shadier practices of intelligence gathering if directed properly. She tilted her head in consideration as she responded to his claims.
“Your observations are decent enough, you are correct about the new barmaid though had you noted the fact she is wearing footwear more suited to a prostitute than a worker walking unceasingly in her current profession, the way she winces when a man touches her with certain intent...well it's not difficult to see she likely works here now as she sees it as a move up from being used every Bell or so by a stranger”she stated softly,watching him to see if he noted now those tiny tells of her nature.
“The patrons are indeed sailors, not difficult to see as you pointed out but remember when you observe you do not just watch, you listen,” she continued smoothly, “you could learn which vessel they work on perhaps. Whether they are smuggling at present or if they are thinking of being mutinous. You could warn a captain and gain favour. Or coin at least. A lesson for us all in as much as understanding that we assess with all senses and not just with one. At least you do in my world” she tapped his ear and his nose pointedly, if gently.
“As for these men by the door....describe them to me. Not just what they look like but think about how they stand. Are their hands never far from weapons? Do they project an aura of confident swagger? Are they watching me intently of just waiting for the opportunity to get a glimpse of my arse? Or waiting for you to fail before sweeping in for a good time of their own?”
“I know who they are, what they are here for. But I want to hear it from you. Tell me truly and then we can go and have a good time of a different sort and you may get an insight into what I can offer...and what I can do” she finished with her best mysterious gaze directly into he own eyes.
“You have skills that set you apart Uncle, but do you have the nerve to go further than being a mere watcher?” she asked him softly as she leant back and sipped the rest of her beverage away and planned her own moves in a game about to unfold.
Those two smuggler guard dogs will regret deciding to try and take me unawares. They should know better by now. I think there is a certain man who would just love to know they are back out of the ratways she told herself as her mind worked, shifted and began filling with a sense of required vengeance.