"I doubt that very much. You're not in a position to really harm anyone." Maybe he just liked getting hit? Because it seemed like the whole situation had him on the losing end. "Especially me. I'm a death-dealer, girl. I traffic in the rise and fall of regimes, the snuffing of the human life. You're an attack dog with a pretty mouth and don't realize your yard is the only place you're safe."
He rolled his neck absently, his eyes moving across the back of the van once more as he seemed to be calculating something. His head tilted to the side and his lips were moistened with a pass of his tongue as he looked back to her. "You don't have anything that's dear to you in my line of work. It'll just get you killed. Now, are you willing to put your life at risk for this job? For people that view you as a blunt object?" A glance towards the front of the van, speaking again without looking at her. "You might want to answer quickly."