Bloody gentleman, you are. [ Yeah, she'll take that free drink tyvm. She'll take a second to wave down a bar maid and ask for another drink, cashing in on this now rather than later. ]

You'll live. [ Said with a chuckle and she's slouching back, picking at some dirt under dull, blunt, entirely unladylike nails while a foot props up on the edge of the table, chair tipping back a bit. ] A full purse don't make an empty house full, a cold bed warm, or a heavy conscious light, Kenway.

[ She blinks up for her nails for a second to regard him frankly. ] But you know already.

[ Edward has in him the potential to be a great man, but for now, he's an alright man. Erring towards scoundrel, but who isn't these days? ] You know what I'd have you do. [ They've had this talk and Edward's told her what he thinks of the Assassin's, but that doesn't change the fact she thinks he'd do a hell of a lot more good for the world with them than off chasing shiny things like a hyper kitten. ] Fight for something grander than yourself. For all the globe, not just y'self and the men that happen to be on your ship.

Bein' that they survive long enough to make it to the next prize.