Oh, he's not dangerous. Well, to her, at any rate. There was that old rule of survival to never backstab your allies...until you have to. He had a fair track record of loyalty.

Fair. Not perfect.

He had known men who would kill for a glance like that--an arched brow, the eye underneath it confident and always just a little bit undomesticated. "Hmmm." He let his considering hum go on just a little longer than necessary. "I need no other intoxicants than you, I think." He let his smile get a little shy. "Just the tea for me."