Perfectly

As you expected, you are met at the top of the Citadel by the High Command's inspectors. Two men in white tunics and a squad of hoplites who admired your naked captive even as the inspectors check to make sure that you are not taking more than your allotted share of the plunder.

"She's a pretty little fuck!" The balding clerk chuckles as he takes her name and compares it to his list. The younger of the two inspectors is less amiable, clearly more interested in the baby in your captive's arms than how pretty the naked young mother is.

"You don't get to keep the brat too." The squinty-eyed clerk says. You can feel the fear and anger emanating from the widow when she realizes she might be separated from her son. "Each man gets one **** only, Rider." The overweight clerk explains with bored indifference, and then adds with a smirk. "You may choose either the mother or the child." The man is no older than you and probably never even held a sword in his pudgy fingers and yet here he is, dictating terms to you.

"Make a note that I have the boy." You calmly instruct the young snot before your captive freaks out. "If that's what it takes, I'll buy the kid; it will be worth it if it keeps this lovely thing cooperative." The young clerk hesitates and, in a bold gamble you add: "unless you want me to leave the babe and his diapers here for you two to watch over."

While this is happening the older of the two clerks is looking in the hamper filled with linens and recoils in distaste when the layer of clean diapers is lifted and the smell of used cloths fills his nostrils. He glares at his young assistant and vigorously agrees with your plan. You are shooed out of the courtyard and through the open gates to the long winding steps that lead down from the heights by a pair of laughing spearmen.

"Thank-you." The ashen-faced young mother says as she clutches her boy to her full bosom. "I thought they were going to take him."

"I told you I'd take care of the babe," you tell the widow with a huge smile as it becomes clear that you are indeed going to successfully smuggle your precious contraband out. "Here -" you pause as you realize you do not know her name as you lift the wicker basket from her slender shoulders, "I'll carry the basket." She nods gratefully and you ask her name.

"Vitaliya," she tells you with a genuine smile. Sometimes just a little human kindness is all it takes to loosen up a woman.

"Where are we going?" She asks a few minutes later as you approach the bottom of the spiraling trail that leads down to the temple district at the foot of the Citadel.

"The square of Satyr's fountain, overlooking the west bend." You tell her the address that Lady Relia gave you as she was escorted back to her house. "I have a friend who lives there." You pause briefly before adding with a grin. "She's excited to meet you."