He watched her intently, letting her break and lose herself to whatever it was that was running through her head. It was clear that she was frightened, that perhaps she realized that coming into his apartment wasn't the best life choice that she had made. He doubted she would be hard to take out either, but he wasn't going to play that hand until he had verified that death was not a constant state here.

"So I did," he agreed simply, giving nothing away as to his mood or opinion on the current topic. Instead, he slowly moved over to the dresser where she had set down food and drink. No one had risked such for him, not even Ward who was of the same organization. He picked up the glass and took a small sip, rolling it around in his mouth to try to detect any trace of poison, his eyes on her. "Stand up straight, set your shoulders back so your blades are almost touching. It's going to force your chest out, but stand like that right now."

He had survived a few things, more than any dream could show off that was for certain. "Why did you bring me this? Payment for teaching you or because you wanted to?"