The lithe theif vaulted over the cushions to land just before them, letting gravity pull him down into a sitting position once he stuck the landing. He made it look so easy, and one had to be reminded he had lived his entire life out of slavery as a knave, thief, and when need be, a killer. But here, before a literal pile of food and wine, he had on that handsome grin of his. "Ah, Dwarven ale? I'm surprised you survived the night, much less remember any of it." 

He plucked a few very delectable looking fruits and placed three in his mouth, yanking out the stems. His eyes widened and he seemed very happy. "What do you call these?" He asked, grabbing more of the berry-like edibles. Emmaline had to divulge he had grabbed what she knew to be Cherries, his demeanor having gone from sly to childishly pleased in the matter of a moment. "Truly? I've never had these, I love-" 

He grimaced and blinked, and he held up a finger for a moment as she saw his cheeks churning for a moment. The next thing she knew, he turned to the oil lamp and spat out the seeds, the small items firing out like a hochlander's rifle, with similar accuracy as all three seeds struck the lamp with a 'ping!' He bumped his fist into his chest to keep himself from burping, and then sighed. "This is what I get for trusting a pretty thing." His grin was back tenfold, and he winked. "Sometimes they are more trouble than they are worth." 

He held his hands up. "I am kidding, don't worry. It has been an honor and great fun to travel with you." For once, he seemed adequately sincere. He took a few mouthfuls of pork, and washed it down with some rather expensive Kislevite vodka, the brew not as strong as Dwarven ale but still stouter than anything this far south. "We should take a few bottles with us when we leave tomorrow, [i]along with a few other items[/i]." His eyes darted across the room for a moment, and then landed back on Emmaline. He grabbed a few more cherries, and handed her a few before leaning back upon the cushions beside her, dropping one after the other in his mouth as he spoke. "Speaking of which, I fully expect to find some treasure for when we travel eastward. Tell me, what do you plan to do with your share?" He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, his voice husky. "Surely you must have ideas."
[@Penny]