Batharyn spent more than one second on turning his head and leaning out of the doorframe towards the cramped hallway, checking if there was anyone there. Then he returned his attention to her, a somewhat sheepish facial expression decorating him. [color=ff9900]"Don't underestimate him. I have no doubt that he could easily take your words, flip them around and let the pointed end of the spear rest on your chest. He could claim that I must have left my neutral attitude and tried to please you especially well for you to put in such a good word for me."[/color]

The thief sighed, a colossal amount of air leaving his only one-third filled lungs. [color=ff9900]"However... I'd leave my neutral attitude as well if I'd try to prevent one of his guests from doing something that one guests wants to do. So... Let's say I haven't heard anything, alright ?"[/color] His last words were accompanied by a more open smile towards Selina.

Batharyn's mind was still trying to make sense of what he had felt. What the hell could that spherical object be ? An actual glass ball ? So far he had believed that to be nothing but a stereotype, but something about her was... highly unusual. Her eyes had been almost piercing, as if really looking inside his metaphysical layer. If he'd make the ultimate decision to steal things of her he'd have to be careful. More careful than he probably was used to in this context since most guests were too drunk to be uneasy targets. And that was the next keyword.

[color=ff9900]"Eaten ?"[/color] He arched an eyebrow, trying to look casually. [color=ff9900]"My master can't influence the quality of the meat we get from the local butcher, so I'd say what you can get here is quite good for the most part. I'd try to go around the beer though... Want some wine instead ?"[/color] At this point Batharyn was glad that his official duties were congruent to his more sinister planning.