Josephine didn't keep her gaze connected with his for too long, though not out of fear. Her parents had often told her she had eyes that could be recognized a mile away. It was both a blessing and a curse; it meant she could easily be recognized when out and about not as this heroic vigilante. And what good would that do her?<span style="font-style: italic">"I am not inclined to make you fight."</span>Her elbow was released, but she didn't run off yet. "What then? You have other plans?" Her crystal blue eyes narrowed a little cautiously.<span style="font-style: italic">"I want to talk to you about employment....perhaps you could accompany me on a short trip...I give my word not to harm you."</span>A surprising answer, and even more so when the small bag of coins was tossed over. Josephine caught the bag, dumping the contents into her hand for a moment. It was enough to support her family for a while at the least. But she knew better than to assume it would be a simple deal.<span style="font-style: italic">"I'll even let you keep the mask on, and you can run whenever you feel threatened. Besides, I don't like what those scum bags do any more than you."</span>The second comment sounded somewhat as an insult, but she ignored it; she did not run out of fear, she ran merely to escape. To her there was a difference. She considered asking about this offer, then thought on the other side. Her family would not allow this, and even with this payment was it worth putting her trust in a stranger whom could easily turn her over to the king himself for triple the amount, if not more, he offered her here. "I am not interested in trysts and missions. There is enough injustice around here, allowing my aid to be sold off to some noble would be shameful." Returning every piece of gold back to the bag, the cloaked figure held it out  with a careful and untrusting gaze. "Not everything can be bought in life. If only you nobles would learn that."