He laughed, the sound deep and bright in his chest. "Right," he said. "It has nothing to do with my affection for you."
"You thought wrong," he said, shaking his head with a sly grin. "I'm really just here for cannon cleaning lessons."
"Hm," he said thoughtfully, his lips threatened by a smile. "Alright. I suppose I can't argue with your logic there."
"I think it has a nice ring to it." She smiled slightly, then stood up. "I'm ready to go back up, I think. Unless you want to stay down here."
He grinned and stood up straight. "As fun as the party is down here," he said sarcastically, "I'm ready to go up too."
"We partied hard," he said, nodding to himself as he headed towards the stairs. "And there was almost a murder. All keys to a great event."
She paused for a moment, watching him before sighing and looking at the ground with raised eyebrows. "Even with a knife at your throat, huh? I think that's a lot of trust."