The assassin shrugged a the girl's refusal of the water. He knew that it was only a matter of time before thirst would force her to it. He chuckled softly at her defiance. "Can't do that, princess." By the way the pronounced her title, it was clear that it didn't mean much to him. He wasn't disrespectful, he simply didn't care. "I was contracted to get you to my employer. And I will not break a contract." It seemed that assassins, too, had a code of honour. Or Glaran, did, anyway. The way he almost snapped the last words told Liz that Glaran held his honour is very high regard.<br/><br/>"I can make sure you can still walk tomorrow," he answered her question. "I assume that you'd rather not be carried?" The ghost of a smile appeared on Glaran's lips. It seemed the assassin had something of a sense of humour.