Markus grinned fiercely. Despite their bickering, there was an attraction between them Markus hadn't forgotten. That, coupled with a shared sense of greed and an enjoyment of nefarious activities, were the reasons he had sold or even executed some captured women but offered Emmaline the opportunity to share his bed with him. He had made sure to not look at the necklace after he had traded all the gold and diamonds he had won for it, but now that he saw it again, nestled within Emmaline's full bosom as well, he felt a powerful mixture of greed and lust that he had to visibly quell. He realized he was staring, and all thoughts of regret over his decision to purchase it and what's more to give it to her fled immediately. 

"We have until tomorrow night to find something." He chuckled, and he now leaned back on the cushioned booth he sat on, his hands behind his head as he drank her in. His next words had the barest hint of a groan to show he was stretching a bit. "Besides, seeing as I technically didn't take any coin from the treasury, we have a bit of extra coin to spend. I'm hoping we can make an actual, legitimate shipping agreement with one of the bloody upperclassmen. We'll be sailing to Ind and I'll become a High Captain of Sartosa while simultaneously making legal allies in Tilea." 

He snorted, knowing full well 'legality' in Tilea could very well be seen as illicit further north, or even illegal in other Tilean city states. There was almost no collective national identity to the Tileans except a shared language and culture. Though he supposed if he wanted something uncouth, he could have picked a better city than Tobaro for it. It was all he could have done in this situation, considering Von Roberts attempting to tail them. 

"I have some friends in town I met today. An Elf, actually, so I'll need to keep my Druchii sword at the ship. We'll need to hide a few knives. They'll take the old steel backsword I'll bring." He was more thinking aloud than anything, and when he saw once again the gleed-like nature of the golden tresses accompanying the hue of sapphire atop her creamy skin, he shook his head and gave a suggestive whistle. "Sink me Em, you'll make the Duchess jealous."