“I don't care about this city.”<br/><br/>He said as she offered to help him here. He was a nomad at this moment, a city was simply the best place to become a shadow and be forgotten. Smaller towns he might stick out more, and perhaps be more easily hunted.<br/><br/>“I just want...I want a life. I don't want to kill and I don't want to fight. I'm tired of it all, I don't want to have to look over my shoulder, or stay up all night memorizing the shadows. I want to live like everyone else...simple as that.”<br/><br/>He knew it was nearly impossible, he didn't even know why the hell he was asking her to help him at all. She was a woman he had known one night. A single night were she watched him murder two supernatural creatures with his bare hands. Yet she still smiles at him, there isn't fear in her eyes when she looks into his. There was a trust there that he felt he hadn't even earned yet.<br/><br/>“I can be a bodyguard if you need, or if you know someone. I..I can cook too.”<br/><br/>His list of skills outside of murder were short indeed. He had some computer skills of course, every assassin had to. Well...his skills were far from basic, but they didn't factor into his mind. He hated using the things, he was more of a pen and paper kind of guy.