"Have you no heard curiosity kills cats?" She asked, raising a brow. His broken speech was kind of amusing, but his foreignness drew her in like a moth to a flame. "It's unfortunate to say but you're in the wrong place for tourism. This is a city for assassins, made by assassins, and inhabited by..... well, you guessed it, killers. A strange and darkly glad person like yourself is only bound to catch his death in my city."<br/><br/>She tossed her hair back, trying to seem impressive and strong. "Leave now and I can guarantee you'll sleep safe tonight," besides, it wasn't as if she wanted to go to bed with his blood on her hands. If he died, she'd feel at fault.... Unless he came here on purpose and he was a spy himself. "I'll escort you out of the city and even to humor you, I'll answer some questions so long as you promise not to return. Is that a deal enough for you?" she asked, holding her ground.