Right, because I'm so terrified of the law. If the Malnosso didn't give a damn when I tried a real assassination against a god, they really don't care about me scaring one ignorant woman.

[He doesn't move away, but he does grab her hands, checking them over with more care than she deserves. Punching and hitting hurts like hell when you aren't used to it.]

Sweetheart, I've made enemies worse than you just drinking my morning coffee. It's what I do. But that fear? That's what you've put people, children, through in these games of yours, but those are real, not some simulation.

I was kind. Won't always be that way and thank whatever higher power you believe in that it was me and not Tasha doing this. I'm more merciful than she is.