Her expression was one of expecting that he should have been very well aware of exactly what she was referring to and that any other reason other than immediately agreeing was him being purposefully obtuse. Such was her rum soaked logic.

Tempted though she was to point out the fact that he was at the center of the heaviest of the secrets that she carried within her, no amount of alcohol could have let her being up something so dangerous where someone else might hear. No matter how safe the Nexus was meant to be. She lifted a hand and poked him in the chest with one finger, "You know very well why."

When a glass of wine was set before her, she turned away enough to pick it up, speaking to him over the rim, "And now I've stolen the dauphin. Again."