Given that it was fairly late, Koda shoved himself off of the counter and after a few minutes work, he'd made some steak, potato chunks soaked in butter and baby carrots.  The one thing that he was good at other than killing was cooking but that came with studying how to take advantage of his pallet and watching a lot of cooking shows.  Once her food was made, he put it on a plastic plate and even took the time to cut up her steak so that she would be able to eat with a plastic fork.  Taking any kind of medication on an empty stomach wouldn't be a pleasant feeling.  That and while he was an assassin, he wasn't cruel.  Walking to the room he opened the door and set the food and a new water bottle on the night stand.  Stopping at the door he glanced back at her.<br/>"When I kill, I use blades.  Poison isn't personal enough."<br/>His voice was deep and rough, like he didn't exercise his vocal chords enough for the rough edge to get worked out.  Which was true, assassin's didn't need to talk and he'd spent enough time on the streets to become more of a hermit when he wasn't out killing someone or shopping for food.<br/><br/>His little moment of speaking to her was just his way of letting her know he didn't poison her food.  Whether or not she chose to eat was her choice.  Death by starvation would take roughly two weeks given that her body wouldn't need to waste too much energy being trapped in the room.  Going back to the kitchen he sat at his dining room table and ate his own food before setting his dishes in the dishwasher and heading to his room to go to sleep for the night since it was late and his adrenaline had worn off, making him tired.