She knows what that grin means. Even the most regal and well-mannered young lady of the court would recognize it - and Merida is anything but a well-mannered lass. She shifts slightly in her saddle to give him better regard, eyebrow rising upward in mock-surprise. "Aye, I suppose it's hard work cutting throats and snipping purse strings." She's heard wild tales - in fact, she's practically sought them out. "Where is your Sanctuary?"