Trust... Anastasius almost laughed at that word.  That she couldn't be trusted should have gone without saying.  Of course, Anastasius had learned the folly of trusting anyone... even one's self... over the years.  He just nodded in agreement to Quintus.<br/><br/>The sight of the Bachoi, and of the shade and food waiting for them, made him smile broadly.<strong>"Seems we've got us a fine barge here."</strong><br/><br/>He walked Mohini over to the shade.<strong>"This one's been well-enough behaved,"</strong>he commented as he knelt to secure her chain to on of the fastenings,<strong>"But I think the tigress there could use a bit of time in the hold..."</strong>Double checking that Mohini's hands were secured to the deck, he stroked her hair and leaned close, whispering in Greek, his dialect was accented but clear enough for her to understand.<strong>"I'll feed you soon as I've secured your sister below and gotten us underway my pet"</strong><br/><br/>Then he moved to grab hold of the blond amazon.<strong>"I'll set us to sailing after I deal with this one, unless you know your way around a sail Quintus."</strong><br/>