[ Midnight nods, brow furrowed in contemplation, following Thancred's interpretation to the letter. When he said he was committing to whatever Thancred decided to say, he really meant it. ]

Risks, huh... Well, at any rate, I shouldn't like to trouble a lady of such a tender and yielding disposition, to the point where she'd willingly give herself over as an accessory to a heinous crime. Lady Luck, your affection and kindness humble me... Nay, I mustn't take advantage of such benevolence. Not even if the cards demand it of me.

[ But Midnight snorts, then laughs. ]

I expected more metaphor, but this was far more entertaining as a literal exercise. If nothing else, your talents as a storyteller want for very little.