“Oh so I should look scruffy, and have a dull expression on my face eh?”, he smirked slightly as his eyes moved to the fire as it began to take its own life from the tinder. “That /might/ give me an in?”, his own smirk was a twisting and lopsided thing. It flashed into existence before a shift in movement bashed it with a wince of pain. That hurt a little bit, that dagger in his back was quite painful. He really should take it out.
“I’m not going to fall down,” his reply was full of a smirk that she couldn’t see. He obeyed her command though and moved slowly towards the cot. “So you just happen to keep fully stocked safe houses all around the city. Incase you run into old friends that have been stabbed in the back?”
He settled down on the cot. It was painfully slow as he went. Now that the chase was over it was getting harder to move. His eyes flicked towards the woman, watching the way her eyes turned in the darkness amusement in his own. “Do you always order around your guests?”, he added after a moments thought as he settled himself down on the groaning cot with a jingle of metal against metal of his armor. His smell of leather and oil from the armor slowly filled the entire room.
It wasn’t like the brand on his shoulder wasn’t a massive giveaway or anything. He either felt comfortable with the woman, or he was in enough pain to not care. One of the two. “Well yes,” He hissed as he sat, braced on the cot for a moment. “I suppose it was a bit redundant. Do you think they’ll find this place?”
He paused before he added. “And just pull the thing out whenever you’re ready.”