Sabine tips her chin up, even though, despite her perch, Rackham has a few solid inches on her heightwise. Squints at him through her eyelashes. There is a briefly comtemplated fantasy of letting her leg go straight in one brusque kick for acknowledging certain worldly realities--

But then she gives him a look over in return.

Hm.

"Oui, but then, my word is the one that might gain for them more sovereigns," she says, that flash moment of anger traded for playing at shrewd. Her eyebrows raise up. "Especially from a northerner."