Despite his calmness, at least on the surface, there's a dark tension just haunting behind his eyes, in the economical way in which he moves as if waiting for the attack. Yet there is a belief there, especially in asking that question, that shows he believes she might well give him a fighting chance if this is her there to find out which of them is better at what they do.

"Good. I'm glad," he admitted, moving to bring over the service with it's cream, sugar, lemon and honey while he waits on the water to boil. "I always dread the day you come to end me,' he said, smiling at her as if he wasn't that upset about it, because at least she was worthy of one to make such an attempt.