"Alright." His chin sinks to his chest, his arms crossing, as he ponders. There are a hell of a lot of pros to this contract, and not a lot of cons, aside from how he'll be tied up for half a year. But if he's making coin – and more than usual, from the sound of it – what's wrong with that.

He nods to himself, then looks back up at her. "Here's my offer. I'll give you my price. In exchange, I'll protect you along the path throughout your travels. But only you, mind. I can't spread myself thin, trying to take care of any retinue you'll have traveling along, too. They'll have to be able to fend for themselves. You won't need to provide me with a mount, armor, or weapons. I'll maintain all those myself, most of the way, but if any of your lords has a decent blacksmith or armorer, I'll want to make use of their services."

There's dry humor in his eyes, in the very faint quirk of his lips, more a shadow than smile, as he meets her gaze. "And I'll keep the suitors away. Do we have a deal?"