There were many stories behind the man known as Veche; many, the truth? It was hard to tell. He heard her, apparently, offhanded comment about the 'Job being yours'. His eyebrows raised a bit, and then he bowed, "<span style="color: navy">Thank you, Lord Captain; it is an honor to have been accepted.</span>" It was an odd think- this massive Dusker; who almost seemed to ooze the ability to<b>RIP AND TEAR</b>, speaking like he were some sort of 'noble'. But- realizing that he seemed to not be acting his part of dumb-muscle, he merely mentioned, "Uh, Lord Captain? Do you wish for me to speak less like this? To allow the nobles an assumption of ignorance while still keeping an eye on them? Or do you not care?", his duty- from what he understood at least. Was the safety of the Lord Captain- and the crew. Well- at least that's what he assumed; if it wasn't- well, he didn't care. So, with that dumb smile on his face; he only laughing merrily as he felt- really, that he'd won!<br/><br/>He just blinked, a couple of times, "<span style="color: navy">A <b>harem</b>? That might be a little excessive for anyone really; three nice, stocky women or good looking men for the ladies who like men, would work wonders to be honest with you.</span>", seems he was thinking aloud. Silly Veche, you're not paid to think.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>