[David's eyes are on Zoe as he hurts the man, taking in her reaction more than that of his captive.]
Thank you, my dear.
[The assassin is deposited into the guards' care, a small curl of disgust sliding over David's face, and his hands being wiped carefully on a handkerchief.
There's a rip in the shoulder of his clothing.]
What are you here for, Miss Kattalakis?
[It was creepy how quickly he could turn back to business, even as his temper simmered under his skin.]
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Thank you, my dear.
[The assassin is deposited into the guards' care, a small curl of disgust sliding over David's face, and his hands being wiped carefully on a handkerchief.
There's a rip in the shoulder of his clothing.]
What are you here for, Miss Kattalakis?
[It was creepy how quickly he could turn back to business, even as his temper simmered under his skin.]