Grinning even more widely, he answers her, "I hope that was a joke, Red; otherwise, you really need to look in a mirror.  Besides, I admire a woman who can... handle a blade."<br/><br/>He sobers when she mentions the note.  "Yeah.  Hell of a thing, isn't it?  No one ever again knowing the joy of carnal relations... not to mention the whole 'end of life as we know it' bit.  Name's Conrad Darasv, by the way."  He extends a hand across the table to shake, having a feeling she wouldn't appreciate anything but a warrior's greeting.