"Trapped," Vaisey echoed. Well if he wee going to try and get rid of this particular pain in the neck, now would be the perfect time. No one to interrupt, and he'd hardly be expecting an attack when they'd just agreed to a truce.

"Perfect." While Robin was engrossed in replying, fingers flying over the keys, Vaisey's hand clasped behind him, pulling a dagger from it's sheath in the small of his back.

Without warning, the knife was lodged in Robin's side, slipped neatly between his ribs. Aesop's Fables...the scorpion and the frog. It was just in Vaisey's nature.