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"What? Don't want to hear me begging?" He stared at her, looking stunned. "Good then. I'll remember never to do it." Not that he was familiar with it beyond those begging him for their lives. He'd never shown any mercy either.

"I feel like you might actually care if I died today," he noted, smiling impishly in a crooked sort of way. He considered that though, moving to open a small panel flush to the cabinet like a false front. Except it wasn't a front. A small shallow compartment hid the collection of knives he'd put together over the years. Picking up two, he considered her and then nodded, stepping back and closing the cabinet.

"I'll go first," he said. Nothing about being ungentlemanly but putting his back to her in a show of faith and trust.