The assassin blinked at her question a few times before barking a short laugh. It sounded forced. "Trust issues? Why do you think.. And who would I trust, princess? Who would I be able to trust not to put a dagger in my back as soon as the opportunity arose?" He suddenly realised he was still holding Elizabeth's hand and let it go, turning partly away from her to hide his face. "Not trusting anyone keeps me alive." His voice croaked slightly as he spoke.