Her lips would part, nearly in shock at his suggestion.  He could see those sharp snake fangs glinting against the darker contours of her lips.  “I.. mice?”  She was not disgusted, exactly, merely the mental picture that he composed.  Her head in his lap as he would dangle the tiny rodents over her fanged mouth.  “I.. err.. well..”  Was he joking?  But he never ever joked!  Ever..  She would clear her throat as Sybil would speak, drawing them rather pointedly back to the conversation over the caravan.<br/><br/>“Err.. I am sure a few mercenaries could be found, especially if we offered to share the profits of such a venture with them..”  Her slitted gaze drawing back to Argentum once more.  “How many do you think we would need to make it look legitimate?  Perhaps a small guard of five?  Six?  We do not want to scare him away afterall.. Maybe only three?”  Her soft lips pursed into a little moue as she would think of this.  “I.. I honestly have nary an idea what the norm would be in this situation..”<br/><br/>Tapping the scroll against her opened palm she would lean back, recrossing her legs in front of her, trying to be matter-of-fact as possible, to keep her mind off the soft touch of silver to cheek.