Raff tilted his head to the side and simply observed the young, gorgeous creature sitting on the bed.  He was innocent, almost childlike.  While he would’ve figured such a thing could be an annoyance to someone like Andreas, whatever bond they shared seemed to override all of that.  It was certainly enough to make the highly ranked assassin throw more caution to the wind than normal.<br/><br/>“You were there when your father went down,” he said.  Raff didn’t know the whole story, neither Aedan nor Andreas feeling inclined to fill him in on the gritty details, but then they mostly didn’t discuss work like that unless it was a necessity.  It was likely that Aedan didn’t even know much.  “You know he did it.  That’s enough to be a witness.  You know what he does, what he is.  That’s definitely more than enough to earn you a target on your forehead.  If you were anyone else, you’d already be dead.”<br/><br/>He smiled then and pulled out his own gun.<br/><br/>“You need to get used to the sight of them,” he said.  “This, knives, exposives…  You might come into contact with all that, now.  You were pretty sheltered, weren’t you?”  Then he shook his head and chuckled.  “Andreas doesn’t need someone tough.  He needs someone he can trust.  He must already see something in you he likes, so don’t go trying to change to appease him.  He’d probably not like that very much.  Just be you, okay?”