Fruity Drinks Are For Everyone

Cambria is helping, in her own way. Helping as much as she can, the poor thing. Matija could have pitied her, but then, wasn't providing her like this taking pity on her? He could convince himself that they were acting in her best interest, as long as the girl remained useful. Something like that. Cocking his hip as he rested lazily over it.

Apologies and a downward glance, a grin slips over Matija's sharp features. The man takes a long, drawn sip of his cocktail. Dangerous? And here he was, thinking about all manner of marvelous things they could add. While the implication for poisoning hung thickly in the air, he'd also never turn down an entrepreneurial thought.

Would it kill her to relax? Maybe, come to think of it. "We don't even have enemies to endanger yet," it's a light chuckle. Dangerous, edgy. It would only be a matter of time, and they're better off prepared, but still. Finishing off his drink with an appreciative grin, Matija settles to gnaw at the coconut itself.