Hugh grabbed his wine AND DEN CHUGGED IT ALL in a show of bravado, hoping to impress dat wench. HURHURRHURRRRR!
Some wine dribbled out the corner of his mouth, but he coolly wiped it off. Hugh burped, and said, “That’ssome good wine youhave there.”
He looked her straight in the eye and said, “How do you like the king so far, huh? You think he’s a good ruler, or do you wish he’d just shrivel up and die, ey?”
Hugh burped again and whispers, “I’m the founderofthe Cross Society, an exclusivegroup of menANDwomen, who are preparingtooverthrowthe king. We all hate his tyrannousrule,andwecan stand it nolonger. It’d be greattohave aladylikeyou to helpkeepusentertained, whether it be with yourbarskills (idk lo), or your beauty itself.” 
“So how about it”, asked Hugh, winking. “Wanna join? You’ll makelotsofnewfriends. And maybe some…morethanfriends.”