"Aye," said the man, flicking his gaze toward the woman in the center of the commotion.  "Let's ha' to the<em>Dusky Lady.</em>Myobi will be fine."<br/><br/>Taking Kuno's arm, he glanced around himself to make sure she wasn't being watched.  Then he ushered her toward a side door, with every intention of slipping out into the night.<br/><br/>As for Myobi, he had every confidence that she could take care of herself.  If she couldn't...well, she knew he'd come back for her.  That was the deal.  He helped himself to her person; she helped herself to his rum (and his hat).  She did what he bid; and he, in turn, always made sure she was present for her share of the loot.  It wasn't the most ideal arrangement, but it worked.