Elektra nodded slowly, green eyes moving back and forth across his face for a moment. Which one he came for? She stepped forward, it felt familiar, but so far away. It was like grasping at straws and the assassin didn't understand. She strangely didn't want him to leave...he was the only one she actually had a sense of trust in. Her victim...it didn't make sense.
She did something stupid, very stupid and uncalculated. She leaned in close, breath against his skin and her eyes closed. Elektra lips went to brush his for a moment. She didn't grab his wrist this time, just went to touched his shoulder lightly.
Somewhere inside, she knew he hadn't wanted the truth...about who wanted him dead. It could be the only reason he would bother to come tonight...she was his assassin after all. Why put your life in danger if you didn't have to?