"Watch yourself now, lass..." he warned with a chuckle, noticing how dangerously close she was to the edge of her chair's seat. "Don't want you to end up on the floor, now." The dossier was laid once more on the table, momentarily forgotten about until he would later decide to return it to his pack.
"As for now... I'm still in the dark as to what we should do. I have a general plan in motion but getting people to act by it could be the real challenge. It's going to take a lot more than a few words from me to bring the two opposing armies of the Civil War together to fight against the larger threat," he sighed. A lot of the Stormcloaks still believed the Empire had betrayed everybody by signing that Concordat, and many of the Legionnaires believed the Stormcloak to be naught but unruly savages, dividing Skyrim even further with their radical politics.
His eyebrow quirked at her final question, but a smile and a laugh broke out at the mental image of this young woman literally chaining herself to him. "That might make it rather hard for me to fight dragons, Lady Elissa." He couldn't actually tell if she was noble herself, but something about her hinted that much towards him. Perhaps it was his sossedov picking it up, an intuitive perception of the woman sitting before him. "How much danger am I in? I don't know, really. No more than I'm usually in, I suppose. My enemies here are rather... straightforward. I have some of the more feral dragons, plus I'm a 'wanted man' by the Aldmeri's decree. I'm a heretic by their definition."
Stuffing the journals back into his pack, he stood and took one of the apples out of the bowl from the largest table in the room and tossed it gently in the air before catching it in the same hand. His mood and demeanor seemed to change at the drop of a coin, no evidence of his earlier expression left on his face. Once again, he was light and jovial. "Shall we go back up? I suspect you'd like to see more about the Skyforge and the city."