Absolutely Wankered

No? His brow arched, a ghost of a smirk as he chewed what was left of the bacon. Could've fooled me. He muttered none too softly. He was never one to hide his opinion though it certainly flew in the face of career choice wherein secrets were king. Secrets, musings left to the imaginations of the over eager, that was his trade. He fed on gossip much like a scavenger, taking bites where he could and leaving the rest for the bigger animals. That was the game he played and in these many years it had certainly treated him well. Details, truth....you should know none of that matters once it's unleashed to the masses. Surely you understand how creative some can be and how people will believe just about anything if you say it with conviction. He stared at her with a conviction of his own, challenging the Champion boldly however ill advised. 

Who was the cat and who was the mouse? Not that it really mattered, he was having far too much fun either way. 

It's worth enough already, don't you worry. As if she had expressed concern in the first place. He waved her over casually to where a carafe of caffeinated sludge sat with the other aromatic beverages. They just have to entertain me is all He winked. Keeper of the Coffee. He liked the way that sounded.  Though because he was feeling arbitrary, he poured himself a helping of black tea into the tankard he kept hitched to his belt, apple pinned firmly between his teeth. 

Even better, leaves room for interpretation. He said gleefully. As they neared the end of the table where the majority of the food was kept, he deferred to her lead, taking the apple from his mouth as he paced backward so he could face her and move simultaneously. So why are you really here Champion Hawke? He pressed because he was genuinely curious despite his apathetic teasing.