"That's an understatement." He feels utterly revealed like this, just that bit of skin open and seen by others, but he will not let it possess him. He's been through worse, and he'll get through this. Though her offer begets as many questions as it offers solutions.

"I would appreciate that. How is it..." The words die on his tongue, chin jerking up as he looks around as if expecting to spy him then and there. "Jesper as well. Who else?"

Unarmed as if that stops him. Bared in ways he's not comfortable with. Finding himself without the knowledge he should have, the information he would often have known before anyone else. It leaves him feeling weak and naked in ways his bare hand doesn't.

Add to that being caught staring like a schoolboy at Inej - at least in his own mind - and he is feeling as off kilter as Kaz Brekker ever have. To others it might not show but he fairly bristles with the indignity of it all. He has a million questions, answers he feels he needs here and now, but two things hold his tongue.

"When are you done behind that bar?"

That was the easy one.

The other is so much harder. Everything had changed in what seemed one breath to the next in finding himself in this world but as her fingers touched his, he realized there was one thing he couldn't let change. Not to revert back to how they had been, to hiding behind that armor with the one person that demanded all of him. Not just what he was willing to give but all of him. He hadn't thought he was capable of giving her what she wanted, what she even deserved, and he'll be damned if he takes back what he has already offered her out of his need for what they could have. To not lose her to the trade winds and the shipping lanes and the merchers and the traders.

Who knows where all of that is but he has one choice here and now.

His pinky moves, slightly, just barely coming to rest over hers.

"Tell me what I need to know."