Isaiah laughed as her hairpin was pierced into his hand. "And here I thought I was keeping my guard up. So it was in the pins after all, eh? I'd assumed it was your knives that were poisoned." He paused as he listened to her introduce herself... and her family.<br/><br/>"Honestly," Isaiah replied, frowning slightly, "If I did kill them, it's either slipped my mind or I just didn't learn their names." He narrowed his eyes at her, "I've killed an awful lot of people. But if I did have a hand in it, no one else would have been involved. I operate solo."<br/><br/>His brow furrowed slightly. "Now that I think about it..." he mused, "the name Mancini sounds familiar to me..." He could feel his thoughts cloud over slightly from the poison. "This is going to kill me if I can't remember," he said seriously, then laughed as he realized the irony of the statement. Why was he so relaxed? He wondered. Here was possible death, staring him in the face... yet he wasn't scared. Heck, he was cracking jokes. Isn't this the time when a person panicked and begged for their lives?<br/><br/>"I know I've heard that name somewhere..." He mumbled, chewing on his thumb nail as he tried to focus. He wasn't even going to bother reaching for his weapons until he remembered. If he remembered before she killed him. Why was this so amusing to him? Perhaps he really was a demon...