Amal took the mug she handed to him, and he indicated she sit on his lap again. She grinned and did so, and once there they 'clacked' mugs together and took deep gulps of the draught. Amal could get used to hearty northern alcohol, not that he wouldn't miss a good glass of Arabyan Arak, but judging by how rich they were (and how rich he planned on them getting) he could always order some from the very elusive city of Marienburg. 

"True as always, spring of my heart." He agreed, still unconvinced of tomorrow going smoothly. He did not doubt the Drakweld or Drapwalk or wherever they were held many beastmen. But the entire town seemed to believe the Baron, and unless they were escorted by four guards or less, they might have some trouble fighting their way out if things turned south. "You know, you would make an excellent Queen were you born into it." He said sincerely. Granted his main experience with rulers were those wanting to enslave or execute him, but he was still certain she was smart enough for it. 

It dawned on him, and he gave a low chuckle just beside her ear. Placing the mug down, he slid his long knife out of its sheath and presented the blade before her eyes. Back when they had first met, he remembered doing something similar to intimidate her, or at least make her wary that she should trust no one. Now, all of these months later a thousand miles to the north, he did it [i]with[/i] her, knowing full well they trusted one another with their lives. 

"You know...perhaps the Baron will come with us tomorrow. Maybe on the journey we do happen to run into beastmen." He whispered suggestively, grinning. "Perhaps we make it back, the both of us, alone to tell the town of the horrid news. Or-" He tossed the knife in the air with a deft flick of his fingers, catching it by the blade and flicking his wrist. The Knife embedded into the wall right below a brass making of the 'Hammer' many Sigmarite rooms had. "Perhaps I go tonight and kill him without anyone the wiser. In the morning they'll be too terror stricken to care about our small lie. Maybe I steal a bit of his wealth too? Coupled with ours, we could buy his mansion and live like royalty." 

Amal looked sly as ever, gauging her reaction with his dark eyes and full lips curved into a smile. He wasn't dead set on any course of action, but if nothing else it was something to consider. 
[@Penny]