"That's easy for you to say," she muttered into her glass before taking a slower drink than before. (Not that that would be hard.) "I'm not a mage. And this is all magic to me. Even my father would be perplexed." Giving some thought to her answer, she finally said, "Officially, he's a mercenary. Like me. Unofficially, he's a thief." And a damned good one at that, but it would be a shame to spoil her own ego trip by inflating someone else's.