He watched her hand as it fiddled with the rapier she openly carried; it looked very much like a nervous tic. "Hmm... Good choice of words. You're cautious?" He inquired, a slight tinge of curiosity flavoring his usually flat, monotone voice.<br/><br/>"Why do I ask?" He chuckles lightly, though their's an oddity to it. It is not 'flavored', so to speak, with emotions; their's no happiness or bitter sarcasm. It's just a cold, dead, empty laugh, and their are many who may find that profoundly<em>wrong.</em>"Because when you're going to be fighting alongside someone, ya need ta know how they work." of course, you also needed to know that when fighting against someone, too; he picked his words carefully, even though their is no<em>apparent</em>forethought.  He's tricky like that.<br/><br/>He's quiet for a moment, shifting a bit to cast his eyes out in the direction they were sailing in. "It's a part of team work, aye?"