Amal nodded, his chin resting on her shoulder. The dangerous thief took another long gulp of whiskey before gasping satisfactorily a setting the cup down, the movement would have slid her off his lap had his other arm not held fast to her waist. "You're right, as always." He admitted. He wouldn't have lived long in Araby had he not a meticulous and cunning mind, but there was something about being outside of Araby that made him want to take some risks. Not that he was adverse to taking risks in general, thrilling him as it often did. "We'll probably be able to relax more when we reach Marienberg or whatever city lies further south. As strange as it is, we've been here a day and I'm already tired of it."

Not tired of the Empire, at least. He wished to explore more, and truth be told he liked seeing Emmaline in her element. She had always been so smooth or agile in elements where she was on off footing (albeit clumsily at times), watching her work here was interesting. "Not tired of this room, though." He admitted in Arabyan, turning her head to kiss her for a moment. "I guess in the morning we'll need to pack our things just in case. Wherever we go next, I'm sure there will be less to worry about." 

He scooped her up from her legs and bottom, pulling her closer. He spoke again in his native tongue. "And if anyone tries to ruin what I have just said, I will kill them and bury there where even Settra may never find them. That is a promise, my desert flower." 

As he looked at her, a thought crossed his mind. "Em, where did you live in this northern Empire? There are...proninces?" He said, failing at the word in Riekspiel. "Do you have family anywhere...or enemies? I know all about you but only a bit about how you grew up." 

He did recall some anecdotes about a wizard teaching her a few things, and being lecherous towards her until she grew weary of him. But that was it. Amal wondered if he was going to be a problem.
[@Penny]