Standing there in the midst of the circle that had been used to summon her, Assassin spent a few seconds calmly regarding the man who had summoned her.  She was reminded almost instantly of her last husband, though no modern man could ever hope to compare to a noble king from the Age of Heroes.  Certainly, this man called Caster was lacking the charisma needed to rule over an entire country, though he was not without his own sort of appeal.  It was more in how well he wore his age that she was reminded of her old husband, the way he remained strong and dignified, even in the face of graying hair and diminishing senses.  The lack of warmth, too, brought back memories of that other man, though that coldness was not a trait she approved of.<br/><br/>Hopefully, her summoner would prove to be more malleable than that man had been...<br/><br/>The summoned Servant, Assassin, stood in stark contrast to the Master who had summoned her.  Where he appeared to be old and strong, her appearance was young and delicate.  Where his features were sharp, hers were soft.  That coldness of his that she disapproved of was countered in her by a definite warmth, or perhaps an inner fire might have been a better description, a raw presence that it was almost impossible to find unappealing.  Added on top of that was a distinctly unearthly beauty that she carried about her, her every movement graceful and precise, skin like flawless ivory, raven black hair trailing down her back, even the elegant black dress she wore made more appealing by being draped across her form, rather than the other way around...  It was at a level that could only be considered supernatural.<br/><br/>"You are the magus who summoned me, are you not?"  She soon responded to the man's question, stepping out of the circle and closing the distance between them.  "In that case, I see little reason not to accept you as my Master, at least at present.  I'm sure you'll have the chance to impress me soon enough."<br/><br/>Perhaps even sooner than he realized, though that would depend greatly on just how well he could resist her natural charm.