"One." Lee lowered his hands and stared her in the eyes. He was not afraid of her. "I did not retaliate when you cut me." He pointed to the dried blood on his cheek. "Two, I've already told you that it is simply a waste of my time to try and kill you. Are you not convinced?" He took the rapier from its holster on his belt and handed the handle to her, holding it by the blade. "Will you tell me now? I'm curious."
"Perverted? Had some bad experiences, have we?" He truly had no interest in killing her now that she was no longer threatening to kill him. He was starting to long for a new shirt, however. The cold was starting to get to him.
Lee was disappointed that she'd ignored his question, but he followed her nevertheless. "You have spare shirts for men that are larger than yourself lying around?"
"You had a relationship with a prince? What a lucky girl." He hoisted himself onto the roof and wiped the grease from his hands. "You don't seem very proud of that."
"I am not surprised. But what ever made you kill a man's wife? Was he related to the prince?" Lee hopped down into the attic, holding his hand out to help her down.
She hopped down. "Before I was with the prince, I used to be Vladimir's assistant, and I loved him. But, he was engaged. His fiance beat me and did horrible things. That's when I met the prince. He saved me."
"Well, that's a good reason I suppose." He put his hands behind his back and removed his ripped shirt. "It's not often my targets take me into their home."
"Somebody requested I kill you. I accept and they pay me. Usually I think nothing of it." This was the first time Lee had engaged in true conversation with one of his targets as well.
"None of said targets have shown me sympathy after starting a conversation with me. Nor offered to replace my ripped clothing." He put back on the shirt she handed him and smiled, it fit perfectly, "Thank you."