Miss meant he was having her on, of course. Teasing. Sassing, in a way.

"And I've got three rules for my men. Fight like bast--fight well. Never steal except from the enemy and if starving. And don't get drunk without my permission."

These rules were real enough but his slight cheeky smile suggested something else -- reveling in the contradiction as he downed his second glass like a shot. "There's altogether too much drinking in the ranks, you see."