Davin was still not quite certain he had found his true mark, but as the moments slipped by, he was growing more confident. She spoke carefully, her eyes moving past him, likely on the street. Whatever she was, she was nervous in some capacity. 

A small part of him wondered if he had simply come on too strong, if he was just making her uncomfortable. Women from other nations were less aggressive than he was used to, sometimes women were even considered soft spoken! It was not a wholly odd concept, as every man and woman was different, but it was true in Ebou Dar it was the woman who tended to initiate flirtation. Perhaps this woman was just more demure than he had imagined? He doubted it, but if that was the case, he would certainly feel poorly. Particularly if she was telling the entire truth about her sister. 

He gave a chuckle at the horsewater nickname, actually finding it quite amusing. Now it was time to pull his gambit. "I am Davin Baln'ashar, a thief-taker hired by the High Lords of this city to find a very successful thief. You seem like someone who could potentially be them, but I was not sure enough to wait outside and knock you out without being certain."

He took a generous sip of the subpar wine, and then rested his elbow on the table, swirling the remainder of the drink in his hand. Underneath the table, his free hand was steadied under the table, in case he needed to upend it if she pulled out a hidden weapon. "So you have two options, as I see it. Come with me quietly, and explain to me why you are innocent, or why you stole the items if you are not. No doubt for your poor sister, I imagine. Or make a scene in the middle of this quaint shop and knock this horsewater drink everywhere. The Defenders will not go far, even if you somehow evade me. So what shall it be?"