She arches an eyebrow rather than say no promises aloud. Merchant Council though he may be, she doubts Radmakker has seen anything of real war or danger — or power — while spending his days cosseted in Ketterdam. Maybe he is due a little intimidation, a little taste of Ravka's might.
Besides, she's capable of restraining herself. She just chooses not to, much of the time.
"I'll be there," she says, "so long as I get as much of the good tea for my trouble as I want."
"I always keep the good tea aside for you," Nikolai promises, expression very earnest. He'd folded his hands over his belly out of habit, for lack of anything better to do, but the lull in conversation prompts him to unlace his fingers, reach up towards the looping iron of the headboard.
Why make Zoya prompt him a second time? They both know what must be done.
To fill the silence, he prompts: "Is it too late for the lullaby?"
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Besides, she's capable of restraining herself. She just chooses not to, much of the time.
"I'll be there," she says, "so long as I get as much of the good tea for my trouble as I want."
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Why make Zoya prompt him a second time? They both know what must be done.
To fill the silence, he prompts: "Is it too late for the lullaby?"
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"I don't know any."