"Logical does not always mean correct. I told you I'm not a spy. I cannot help it if your ears don't work," Searu said loftily. "If you weren't an assassin, I'd offer to recommend a sawbone I know, but I doubt you trust anyone farther than you can throw them with your body," she mused. "And I don't care if you aren't young. I never researched you. I'm allowed to make assumptions. You certainly talk like a hot-blooded youngster. Love this, insult that, taking a tone. Even if your body is a man, I don't deal with children," Searu sniffed. "And it matters not. They're in the middle of a war. They do not have the resources to keep me. Another time, perhaps. But not now."<br/><br/>"And I am full of myself. I know my worth. If you do not think my price is worth your time, I have already told you to go ask the Spymaster for the deal, if you're so curious. I offered you my deal as an equal, a partner, you said no. I respected your wishes. Now respect mine. Go away," she flipped her hand airily. "Or kill me. Do as you please. Just stop prattling to me like some petulant boy," she said as she continued walking, unbothered by his attitude. She hadn't played his game the first time he spoke to her, she was uninterested in playing it again. If all he could do was make snide little comments like some sullen teenager, she had no need to be around him.