[He doesn't answer that first (probably rhetorical) question out loud, but there's a quiet kind of mischief in Dancer's expression, an innocent look with wide blue eyes that practically says aloud, "who, me?" Quiet and thoughtful doesn't mean humorless.]

That does sound like the beginnings of a good plan. Take advantage of their "hospitality" while you can, and then run when things stop looking so welcoming.

[It's what he thinks he'll do if he has any say in the matter, anyway. Monarchs and wars really aren't Dancer's thing -- he'd been involved back home, maybe, but that was a conflict he had personal stock in, with friends to look after who were liable to get themselves killed otherwise. Unless they give him a pretty convincing reason to get entrenched in this mess here, he isn't really interested.]