There's a moment of shared tension, between the two, as they share a somewhat worried glance, at what he's suggesting, but... they don't quite flee, yet. They do glance around nervously, and lower their voices. "Who in the hells are you, that you would make such an offer to high-ranking priestesses like us? We could have the guards here in a minute, and have you hung for treason," Amelia hisses. "And how did you know about us? Who are you, really?"