Elle's stomach was a tight knot and she declined the meat with a small wave of her hand. She didn't know that she bought his "code of honor" nonsense. In her line of work, killing people in their sleep or when they were otherwise incapable of fighting back was part of the job description. Honor was almost non-existent for an assassin.<br/><br/>"I won't kill you," she said honestly. "I didn't come here to kill you."<br/><br/>She glanced at his shoes and the alcohol in his hand. For a professional mercenary, he sure did take his job lightly. Elle had seen the bounty on her head. He was either a fool to ignore the reward or he had some other plans in mind for her.<br/><br/>Elle only trusted one person in the world, and even then only to keep the house.