"Depends on the bush." Pam didn't shrug, but there was a slight quirk of the lips. She didnt' care if it was a rude joke. She looked around the bar then at the strange Frenchman.
"Does it matter? If either side acts on it, there will be a war. I would suppose all think about killing at sometime." She sat prim and proper, even with the particular choice of fashion for the night. Her hands rested in her lap while she waited for an answer of her own.
"I want to know if there are any who may disrupt the peace outside these walls." She was one who might if pushed, but Eric did not want that, at least not yet. He did like to keep things simple, and peace for now was simple.