( ???? ):

A sarcastic grin as she
eyed the foreign stranger
at her front. Currently
held by her men’s arms.  

  ” Good. Wouldn’t want you
to steal one of my precious
glasses. After all, I need
them to drink.  ”

With a dip of the head
and a sly smile settling
onto the man in question’s
mien. He lifted his hands
at the slightest or, really,
as far as the guards would
allow him.

❛ Of course! Ya see I knew
  that! So, why would I ever
  try to take them?  ❜