"Please, my lady, I hope you do not think me fool enough to believe no one in the world wishes me ill, but I find it unlikely you would be an assasain." He'll return the whip to it's place on the wall before elaborating. "Were you an assasain, then you would have already lost your best opportunity to kill me. The dog was down, the halfling is no use in a fight. Now he's back on his feet." He puts on a grimacing face. "But nasty hypotheticals are of no use to either of us, my lady. May we away to someplace we may discuss the contracts I will bring to my father."