ThanksNoThanksv2

	Nathaniel glanced at Octavia and the two of them shared a look. He looked from Octavia to the newcomer to Scarlett and back and let out a quiet sigh. "I think you might have mistaken us for someone else. We don't need pro-"

	"If my father sent you his gold is no good and neither is he." Octavia growled out, slamming her fist onto the table. Nathaniel lifted his glass off the table to avoid spilling his drink and he stole a sip, his nose wrinkling at the pungent taste. He'd never drank a drop of alcohol in his life and he realized that he wasn't a missing a god dammned thing. "You said you don't know who paid you," Nathaniel made a face and set his glass down, sliding it away from him. "but a small part of me doubts that."

	"Bleh." He looked at Scarlett and tilted his head, looking from her face down to her rather... supple assets that were pressed inconspicuously against him. He didn't want to think it was on purpose- the woman was saying something about pocketwatches and oranges not even a moment ago- but then again it was hard to tell the difference with her. In the short time he'd known her he'd found that the woman was pretty unpredictable, in both the things she said and did. It was hard to tell what was on her mind. Not that he minded this particular situation. So long as Octavia didn't-

	He was jarred from his thoughts by a sudden tug on his arm, pulling him just the slightest bit away from Scarlett and closer to Octavia. He didn't miss the annoyed glance she shot him and he blushed the slightest, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.

	Welp, there went that.

	"What my pretty friend here is trying to say is thanks but no thanks. We're probably the last people who'd need protection. Especially here in Kharidian." Nathaniel said, giving Octavia's hand a squeeze.

	There was always an attraction between them, ever since they were children, but he'd never been bold enough to act upon it. Things as they were good. Things changed when feelings got involved. He knew there was that chance that someone would come along and take her from him but he was so afraid of things changing that he'd come to terms with the fact that that was a possibility. Hopefully that wouldn't come to fruition.

	"If we come across another group of drunkards though, we'll keep you in mind."