I remain unconvinced. But maybe I could be swayed if you whisper the logic in my ear on the way up from the docks.

[In person, Fitcher would have punctuated it with that thing she does—the tip of her head and the coquettish bat of eyelashes that she knows you know is absurd. Funny joke.

More plainly, equally cheerful:]

I'll meet you on the Kirkwall side after dark. I've a regular chair at the man's gambling table. He won't mark us strangers.