He simply smiled at the assassin, before edging forward, slowly, a few inches at a time, but still quickly enough that he wasn't taking too long to get to the target. It was a sort of fast shuffle forward, improbably fast for the tiny distance moved each time, but it wasn't just physical movement, he was compressing the distance between them even as he moved. It didn't take long for him to edge into range, before he made a seemingly terminal blunder of shifting forward another step, as if he had incorrectly guessed the distance between them, giving the assassin a chance to strike first.<br/><br/>As the assassin struck, however, he would realize that the interference waves that D had set up had been the trap, as the illusion of him wavered, the real him a foot to the side, a wry grin on his face, and already striking. "Smoothhands sends his regards."