Briar puffed out her cheeks before letting out a loud exhale, eyes widening with thoughts she wasn't going to say but screamed them none the less, "I think you got me on a good night. I am all out of anger for the evening." She shrugged and opened her arms, what can you do right?
That was a very black and white way to look at things. Murder is murder is murder. He probably had the same sort of view on thieving and blackmail as well, so she knew exactly what box he would put her in. Along with all the other smattering of crimes she had committed over the years, but do those really count? Naw. "Murder has changed an awful lot over the centuries, or maybe...The perception of it has changed, I guess. What constitutes a person, the worth of them, the punishment." For him, for instance. Do people, magical or non, count as a murder? After all, did the cow she ate yesterday in the form of a burger count as murder?
Another sigh and Briar shook her head before glancing up at the leaves as she swayed slightly in the ever-present breeze. The silence was comfortable as she chewed on that, and it was a nice change from the chaos of the bar or smuggling trips that was a lot of hurry-up-and-wait with bits of urgency inbetween. "If I've learned anything, it's that no one gets better. If you expect that then you're playing a completely different game than everyone else. It's the one thing all the races have in common." Truthfully, Briar had been jaded and eyeing the world with a wary eye before she was Briar, when she still should have believed oh so differently.