"I don't have that problems. Missions don't fail when I'm on them," he said softly, his eyes glazed as he thought back over the bits and pieces he knew about. No, missions might not go without as planned, but he was fast and strong and no target had ever escaped him. He came and went as a ghost did, a fable and a tale and then slipped back for pick up. If he had failed a mission, he didn't remember it. "You won't die. You heal too quickly."

He knew that wasn't entirely true. If her head was removed, her heart shot, her brain mashed, gutted, and all manner of horrible deaths... she could die. He didn't think she allowed herself to be in that position because he didn't. He was a weapon, and he wasn't allowed chinks in his armour. He was as close to invincible as one game for an assassin.

Slowly, his eyes flicked to watch her sit, and he accepted the distance as much as he would accept if she came close. Those things didn't bother him. "Why did you stop? Or perhaps... why did you start again?"