I don't need your trust. Not unless you're someone in need of my protection, which, given what you've told me, I find doubtful.

[ But he can appreciate a skeptic, being one himself, and he knows that talk is cheap.

This is a strange conversation to have while dancing, but in his eyes, gaining knowledge as to what sort of peers he was surrounded by made this sort of frivolity worth going through. He slows down their pace, opting for less showiness than before. ]

Hm. Of course, they see mercenaries as competition most of the time. Worse yet, you aren't bound by the same rules as someone tied to the crown.

[ Not that he'd hesitate to live by his own rules, but he's at least fine working within the confines of the guard for now. ]