Information? Lucy wasn't sure what to make of that. One thing she was certain of was that information was both dangerous and profitable. It could make a woman wealthy but it could also make her quite dead. The copper haired whore found herself caught between two extremes. If she listened to what he had to say and he was not pleased with her answer would he simply kill her? Then again, where they past that point already?

The copper haired harlot looked down at the presented pouch. It looked hefty. It didn't look to be a fortune but it was substantial. She slipped forward, bare feet slipping across the rough wooden planks that likely had been stripped off of some ship that had run aground and would never sail again. She gently caressed this man's forearm with both of hers, keeping all of her long slender fingers clearly within the confines of his gaze so as not to make him nervous.

"I think I can do that," she agreed, drawing her crimson nails across his skin, "Yes. I definitely think so."