"You're forgetting the important part of this," he said, grabbing the flimsy menu from the table to look over. "She's too cute to be sporting deadly weapons. You weren't training up your own army of unsuspecting assassins, now, were you, Tasha? 'Cause she'd take me off-guard if I weren't keeping an eye on things." It was difficult to tell if he was being serious or not, voice monotone and uncaring, but there was a cheeky glint in his eye before it turned defensive. "And that incident with the knives so wasn't my fault."

"Yeah," he shrugged, as if was no big deal that he was practically offering her the chance to move in with him, no strings attached was optional. "Never really there, anyway, so you'd hardly notice me."