"Please. That's all self interest. Sweet Moresina is almost guaranteed to reward me with a discount, and I get the added pleasure of seeing some decent clothes being worn about the Gallows."

The rest of her whisky is downed without much consideration for either the burn or the fact that it's smooth enough to warrant sipping, her eye following the line of his to the trunk and then back again.

The bottle is fetched up. Her cup is dosed with another finger from it.

"Surely my undergarments aren't so interesting as all that, Richard."