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Vaughn knew that the men would be coming soon. They could not be heard now, but when their voices filled the air, it would only be a matter of seconds until they charged from the maze, finding the only outlet for their anger. And yet, Vaughn could not let this go. He was trusting his gut; something he did often, but in this case, it could be a matter of life and death. For the man. And maybe for Vaughn himself if this stranger was telling the truth.

"Give me one good reason to believe you." He was curious. Was this man truly insane? Or was he just trying to warn the knight? If everyone knew the moment they were going to die, they would live their life differently. Vaughn was not sure he would; he felt he was the exception to that belief. And while he did not fear death, what if he had found a way to cheat death. Yes! That would be life's greatest challenge and greatest accomplishment. And in order to do that, he would need more information from his stranger.

Her reaction was great. It forced laughter out of Vaughn, but he ensured the volume of it was low, so it ended up being deep, demonstrating more amusement than just a mere chuckle. He had not expected her to accept her offer, and he would not do anything, forceful. The fact that others think he would though, gave him that control of uncertainty as to what to expect from him. In this case, he had not done otherwise to prove that he was not that sort of man. Nor would he do anything to show that he had any redeeming qualities what so ever.

"You act as if I am so vile; I am very upfront. I unleashed a pack of hungry men on you, but I did so openly. And yet, you condone a man who seduced you in the woods." Now, he was talking about Alistair. "Unless you are a woman easily infatuated, I must wonder what he had possibly said or done to you to make you so willing and eager to engage in such intimacy with him. You know nothing about him and could not have known a great deal in a matter of days." Now, Vaughn was just acting like he knew something massively significant about Alistair, when in reality, he did not. He just thought it impossible to fully know a person in a matter of days, and was using this belief to fuel his words.

"Besides, the man barley says more than three words at a time." Now, he was mocking Alistair. But he really was a man of lesser words. He was not saying this because he was remotely jealous by the relationship they shared. He was saying this to try and impersonalize her relationship with him. He hoped Alistair got slapped for this. He deserved it after letting his emotions cloud his judgment. "I pity the citizens of Gwent who must be under the authority of such a naive, weak, easily seduced Queen."

Vaughn chuckled again when he noticed the boys face turn completely red. How funny. Not only was he, inexperienced with such things, he was also why about them. This was what encouraged Vaughn to keep talking about them, even if the boy tried to evade the subject and divert the conversation. It was one of the many reasons the knight had deemed a reputation of being rather intolerable; because of the fact that he just kept provoking people, even when they already broke.

"The tavern owners would you let you in. You would be with me, which means that you will be granted with access. I am sure one of the women has a daughter or something; someone closer to your liking." Yes, he was now talking about whores. While Vaughn never paid for that sort of service, the mere subject of it seemed to make Neav uncomfortable. He walked along side the child as he led the horses into the city. "And if you are worried about your over temperamental boss there, do not fear. I will speak to him." At first Vaughn had been joking about this whole thing, but now, he was acting as if the plan was really going to go through.

While she was still not owning up to the lies, she was accepting the fact that the rumors could indeed massively negatively effect her reputation. After all, she was the sole heir, expected to be queen after her father died, which by the looks of it would not be too long now. Part of him was still trying to get her to admit that the words he spoke were the truth. At least he was managing to get one thing out of her at a time. He was rather pleased with himself; blackmailing royals and nobles seemed to become a specialty of his since Isadora would not be the first he has blackmailed.

But accepting that money would be sufficient and move on was not at all fun. He wanted her to feel somewhat helpless. Though she did seem stronger than most; she was not caving him, begging him not to stay a word. She was staying cold and strong. Interesting. Something that her and the druid had in common. "Maybe it will take nothing. Maybe I will spread such rumors just to tarnish the Caerleon name. To see your family's reputation tainted in the books of history, giving you all a scandalous image." Would that mean anything to her? "Or maybe," he looked at her intently, a sinister smile forming on his lips. "The question should be how much you are willing to do to silence me." His tone and expression when saying that should express what he was suggesting, and it definitely was not money.

Vaughn was still not going to let it go. He was absolutely determined. This was not the last she was going to hear of it either. Before, Alistair had been the one preventing Vaughn from doing or saying anything to her. But now, he was locked up. It was a little contradicting; Vaughn being here to try and draw information from her regarding the fate of the druid, yet he also took advantage of the fact that he was in fact locked up. Oh well. There was only so much Alistair could protect her. He was imprisoned now; the guards would recognize him as a threat. How much could he possibly skulk around Gwent?

"It is not a matter of what I believe My Lady. It is a matter of what I know." He did know. He knew because contrary to popular belief, he was not an idiot. He continued to ignore her denial, a bit disappointed that she had not reacted more to the thought of potentially being pregnant. Or the fact that he had basically called her promiscuous. No matter. He would keep going and going, to see how far he could go in this conversation. "And it matters what other people believe. What I will tell them." That was threat, and a statement for he was planning to start spreading rumors about her. Why? Because it was fun. He only had one thing personal against her and that was that she was turning his partner in crime into a softy. Still, he was not the overly vindictive type. He caused havoc in other people's lives because it was fun and amusing; it could very well be considered a hobby of his.

Vaughn smirked. "Do not play innocent My Lady. You lost your innocence that night in the woods." Vaughn was not about to let this subject off easy. He was going to enjoy teasing both her and Alistair about it, having plans to spread rumors and very specific ones that yes, involved him. Even though he had nothing to do with her and the druid's relationship. Then again, maybe he could over state his role; it would not be the first time he did so. "You do know that if it were not for me, perhaps you never would have met Alistair and found, what, love?"

He chuckled, finding the entire notion ridiculous. Was it love that they felt. Vaughn had already seen a chance in his partner in crime when he refused to raid the princess' bedroom. He was trying to be honorable. Noble. Vaughn just thought he was an idiot. "Or maybe it was the night where he saved you from the evil clutches of those men. You felt you owed him something, and so paid your debt in the only way a woman such as yourself knows how." He was insulting her of course; calling her a bit promiscuous without using that exact word. "Why else would a woman bed a man who was kidnapping her in the middle of the woods."

Oh dear god. Vaughn did not even know what to say to this mans lecture and rant. He let him say everything he needed to say; allowing him to get out of his system. While Vaughn was a man of action more than words, he seemed to be the opposite. He seemed to enjoy talking; enjoy justifying his argument. Vaughn on the other hand, rarely cared enough to try to convince someone to see his point of view. Though Vaughn did chuckle at the thought of peasants, and how miserable some of them made their lives out to be. It was rather funny. Vaughn enjoyed tormenting such people of a low status. They were easily provoked as all you had to do was remind them of how little they had and that was enough to set them off.

Vaughn wondered if this man knew what he had meant when he said that no one had a choice. Apparently, he had not been specific enough. "I need no justification for my actions," he said, jumping ahead to another point of the conversation as he was not planning to react to every remark that Lancelot made. "I have no shame in saying that I do put myself above all others. Everyone does or they should, and yet are too cowardly to admit it. I embrace it and do not let the actions or words of another dictate how I should continue to live my life." Unlike those who, at the end of the day, were forced to comply by a higher authority's demands.

It was not something meant to sound rebellious. Vaughn did not see himself as a rebel. He was practical. He saw these things as simple concepts learned from experience. "Do not presume to know me," he added, still smirking though he meant his words. "In doing so, you have made yourself look like a fool." This word seemed to be a rather frequent one in their conversation; even if it was just mildly insulting. "You talk more than you act. Anyone can see that," he said mockingly. "Do you talk this much when you are drunk? If not, then allow me to get you some more ale." He held up his mug for the bar maid to come and set another one down.

Vaughn looked at her for a few moments, silence filling the already deadly quiet air. And then, he started laughing. It was a low, deep laughter but a little more amused than a chuckle. Oh how she entertained him so very much. He had encountered such bold women before but there was certainly something different about this one. He was intrigued and was not about to part himself from her company, yet. "I must say My Lady, that you do look rather ravishing when you are angry." He was still throwing out flirtations, having no shame, and practically ignoring everything she had just said to him. Though at least he still spoke to her with the appropriate title. Yet, he was not ashamed or bashful enough to be more subtle in his flirtatious words.

Weak. Was she calling Vaughn weak? Vaughn believed any emotion to be considered weak, whether it was anger, happiness, compassion, sympathy, anything like that. "Anger can also be regarded as a weakness My Lady," he said still smiling, referring to her current state of her be offended by his words. It did not phase him in the least bit, but he did enjoy provoking people and finding out what pushed their buttons. Sire and Please. This woman seemed to endlessly make him laugh. This time, he constrained it a bit better, only smiling, demonstrating his amusement. "What if I happen to come across a beautiful noble woman who I feel compelled to give a gift to?" He was just trying to be charming, trying to see how much of it she could take.

Her comment at being bitter did not surprise him at all. He had expected nothing else really, but he chuckled in amusement anyway. "No harm was done. Besides, I did not give them permission to kill you so you would have survived." Vaughn had the authority over them. Why? Because they were morons. Because he had 'hired' them, promising to pay them for their efforts with the silent decision that he would just get rid of them once he collected the ransom. The only thing he was annoyed by, was the fact that he had to go back out and find more men after Alistair basically killed all of them.

"Though I suppose your anger is justified, since it was clear you were saving your virtue for another man to take." He was obviously referring to her little, intimacy with the druid in the woods. Alistair did not have to say the exact words for Vaughn to know. He was going to play up the fact that she had been so intimate with a druid. With her kidnapper. With Vaughn's partner in crime. He was never going to let this go, and see just how much he could benefit from it.