So that was it, wasn't it?  It was very very hard to think with her hands imprisoned at his lips like that.  She sagged back when he let her go,<br/><br/>"I, I, yes."  Oh dear lord, what was she getting into?  "Yes, sir."  Furtive movement in the crowd caught her eye, something ws going on.  She tensed slightly, looking past him.  "I have a wreck of a boat, we can sell it for a pitance.  The cordage aboard, we can take with us to our new ship."  then she added  "Pickpocket, I think.  Working the crowd."<br/><br/>Bent over a bed, she didn't think about the 'of knives' part.  She had been with a boy.... a disappointing icky mess.  What would a man who knew what he was doing be like?<br/><br/>She wrenched her attention back to now, watched the pickpocket, and yes he was, he had just scored off another victim - from the corner of her eye.