Tilting his head, Charles widened his stance on the deck, so utterly steady on his feet the man in front of him was barely more than a farce.

"You shouldn't threaten the one man that is able to get you back ashore, that seems ill-advised," Charles replied, a hand at his belt, fingers comfortably close to the dagger is never parted from - just in case. He was foolhardy, sure, but he also wasn't going to entirely dismiss Drogo. Foolhardy, but not a fool. "And as I said, it really is a matter of a second for someone to inadvertently lose balance, and end up belly down in the water. And we wouldn't want that."

Now, his curiosity was picked in an entirely different way. To be true, Charles had no interest in the man's wife. She and her dragons made Charles ill-at-ease more than anything else. Of course, he would bed her would she ask, but he wouldn't pursue her if he had the opportunity.

"If no man truly is worthy of her, how did you manage to wed her?"