"Your company?" Cyrdic echoed, having crossed his arms across his chest. "We're mercs. We'll fight if we're paid, but let's not start holding hands." Just to make it clear he wasn't going back into any kind of military operation again. He'd spent 9 years of his life fighting under someone who was ungrateful for his contributions. He didn't want Camilla to have to deal with that. He knew she knew that life too, in a different way. The mention of Skaleberj only heightened his resolve, though Cyrdic did remember that day with a patriotic fondness. It had been a harrowing victory. 

When Camilla entered, Cyrdic flushed. He should have told the Captain that they should speak elsewhere, lest something like this happen. Then again, he would never make a decision without Camilla's say so, so why even speak to the Captain until she was there? He snickered at Camilla's comment, then approached her. "I'm sorry, I was going to bring you breakfast" he told her honestly, then turned a hard gaze to the man. "But the Captain here decided to make himself at home. He'd wanted to speak to us all morning, from what I hear." 

Cyrdic placed his hands on his hips, turning to the coincidentally named Reiner once more. [i]Good thing I didn't need to keep the name[/i], Cyrdic thought to himself. "Unless my companion has a different say, as long as it's a paying job, and we get to keep away from any Ostland pursuers, we're in. As long as you tell us what we'll be doing," he said, and added 'captain' at the end to show he was more or less on board.
[@Penny]