He honestly wasn't sure if this was an act or not, though if it was an act, he didn't know why she would admit to not being privvy to how much she would be worth. He finished another sip of the bottle and set it down as she spoke, and his dark eyes that usually were on point couldn't help but watch the fabric go taut over her enchanting bosom. He caught himself staring as if mesmerized by a spell, and blinked it away. He tried to think of what she continued with and caught back on like the crack of a whip. 

"Interesting..." He mused, acting as if he had never slipped up at all. Reviewing her little speech, she had very little to give in words compared to what he had expected. He had thought she would gush out a confession or at least plead for her life, but instead she was either truly a damsel or playing on his soft heart, which actually lightened his mood a bit. So, she was purely innocent and being honest, or a scoundrel trying to get away with something. Both had endearing qualities to the young captain. 

He looked at the desk in thought for a moment, his practicality warring against his conscience, and he was certainly his anatomy was in there somewhere messing up his better judgement. He chuckled and shook his head.

"Well," He began easily, sliding out of his chair to lean over the table, both hands on the lapels of the mahogany desk. His nose nearly touched hers as his dark eyes bored into her own. "I really can't tell if you're being honest or not, but if you're not, you're playing a dangerous game. Luckily I'm a dangerous man, so I can appreciate that."