Flattery on a night like this? [Oppressive, the sense of dread having cracked like a bolt of lightning on the other island? She's tickled by it.] If there was ever circumstance for an attempted dalliance... hah.

[At the mention of the sword, she turns to look him over much more appraisingly.]

You're unarmed? [She sounds a bit surprised.] If we're sequestered here, I don't doubt that anything else would have a difficult time getting in, at any rate.