"Aye, I imagine so. And maybe they'll fight back instead of being flustered." He says with a carefree laugh, his mouth hanging wide open; this was genuine amusement. "And hopefully no high-born fools, save for that pretty lass in the captain's cabin." He says with a grin.<br/><br/>He had watched Bell as she went off, atleast for a time, but when she was out of his sight, he didn't strain himself to watch; instead, he focused more fully on the woman he was talking to. "Here's a story for ya, lass. I see this one fancy lad, in all this dapper and dandy clothing, going for a ride. I do what I usually do, demandin' my toll so that he can pass through without any hasslin'. I tried to be nice about it, too." Though it's probably hard to imagine Henrik being nice.<br/><br/>"The only words out of that ones mouth was<em>Do you know who I am?</em>Ridiculous. Don't know, and didn't care to know. It's not who he is that mattered, aye? Just what he had on him. And that was a lot of gold." He shrugged his shoulders. "So I did things the hard way, and the entire time he's not even fighting back...just complainin' about how I'm a savage, and how he's so important and special. I ended up sticking him a few times in the ribs and throwin' him into a river." He admits this quite casually, as if he wasn't talking about murder at all.<br/><br/>"Got any stories of your own, lass?" Partly, this was posturing on Henrik's part, basically going 'see what I can do'; however, primarily, this was to get her to open up to him , and tell him more about herself. He'd be able to deduce things from her story to help him better get a feel for what she is capable of doing.