Emile was a cocktail mess of feelings. For one thing, he knew he'd had a bit much to drink and not enough water to sober up which could be a problem. For another, he'd already spent what money he'd had on buttering up this strange woman, and he hadn't learned the first thing about her. Maybe he was overthinking it, he considered. Maybe it just didn't matter anyway.<br/><br/>"Well savages, that's just a matter of perspective." Emile said. "Every one of them's a warrior, down to the lass. But they love to trade almost as much as they love war, and that's what we've got in common. I am a merchant and a sailor, and a sailor must be a warrior before anything else. You know never know when you'll be set upon by pirates or the like." At the tucking of her hair, a dark mark near her ear caught his eye. In a split moment, he went from casually observing it to suddenly realizing he had seen it and his heart skipped a beat. Then he remembered! They had been acquainted once before, just before he left the British Isles. He couldn't recall her first name, but he knew her last. She was one of the VonDaemon children.<br/><br/>The gears in his mind began to turn. The VonDaemons came from money and here was their daughter, unescorted and unsupervised in the middle of the night. It would have been too risky to try and abduct her there, but he wondered if he could get her to go someplace more quiet with him. If he showed her a good time, she might not be so resistant. It was a crazy plan, he knew, but it beat the hell out of rotting in a jail cell for the rest of his days. He kept his eyes out for an opportunity to alert his pals to his plan, but "Anna" was rather engaged with him.<br/><br/>"You don't seem like you belong here." He told her, smiling and gazing meaningfully into her eyes. "You're too fine, too polished. Much more than I expected to find in a place like this. Why are you here?"