"Oh. Er, well, ah-" Tarquin stammers and begins to flush, doubly discomforted by Xeshanth's warning and Lavinia's obvious desperation. He falls silent a moment, thinking, and then a switch inside him seems to flip. "Of course we'll help you!" He looks up with newfound determination. "Why, if you've already paid the mooring fees then this Vark is just a- a lousy thief! If the authorities can't or won't enact justice then maybe we can. We'll show this lowlife what happens when he tries to take advantage of grieving women! It's the right thing to do! Right, guys??" From his shoulder, Beak lets out a loud squawk of approval.