"If I'm to have one, my lord, it will be for a far better blade than this one." Caught red-handed she pretends to mull over the structure of the knife, turning it so the candlelight glints off of the surface. Though, naturally, she has no intention of putting it back with so many unfamiliar faces surrounding her. There may be eyes on her here, but none seem particularly keen on what she is doing presently.

"Bold of you assume I'm not enacting my plan as we speak," she begins with a look that borders on playful. "As it stands, I'm in need of an alliance. Should we speak terms or are you willing to trust that I have our best interest at heart?" Rhaenyra shifts in place and steps closer to him so that their conversation is not overheard by those around them. These other Adopted may be in the same predicament as them but trust is earned, not freely given.

Not that she trusts this one just yet, she just knows the value of making allies in a foreign land.