Cinna was no fighter. He was certainly no assassin. He was more likely to cut himself on those scissors than anyone else.
And yet, the fierce urge to do harm had risen in him as swift as a fever. "They are here, too, from what I hear." Cinna relaxed his grip and returned to his task. "There was some sort of attack around town -- long before I came here, so I don't know specifics. The same is true of vampires, and sea creatures, and various other beings...
"I've also heard of a man murdering his business partner." In the very chair you're sitting in, in fact. "I guess you're right. Danger lurks around every corner. Can't be too careful." Snip, snip, went the scissors, sculpting Dean's hair as they went.