Amal smiled back, not being able to argue with that logic. "I guess we should eat. I could also use a good bottle of arak." Then he stopped, realizing the probably did not serve that here. It didn't matter, he'd drink what she did. In all the taverns north of Sartosia, he generally followed Emmaline's lead when it came to cuisine and drinks (at least if they were unstolen goods). Amal then smoothed his thick head of hair and approached Emmaline.

"But before we go down, I wasn't kidding or trying to get you into bed." He informed her, helping her take her coat off. "Not yet anyway. A beautiful woman always draws a bit too much attention, and your hair lights up like the midday sun."

"Unless she's worked as a turtle dove." She replied. 

"What?" 

"It's a lowtown term." She explained, fixing her hair. They both knew if they wanted to go back down they needed to have unburdened themselves of some of their belongings and dress more casual yet with a presentable air, lest the customers see them go into their room and come back out with no change in their demeanor. They would wonder why the two went up there in the first place. "For girls who act as maids, find a nice house, and rob them blind." 

Amal had taken off his cloak and jacket as well, looking much closer to the thief she had first gotten to know back in Araby with a simple shirt and loose fitting trousers. Of course he wasn't barefoot now, nor was his shirt open to see his chest and abdomen, but close enough. 

"Well my little turtle dove, let us, um...ascend?" 

"Descend." She corrected patiently. 

"That, yes."
[@Penny]