How strange to hear honor was disposable. He was a merc after all, and thought so, but she begun to uproot the thought that all was for the sake of her father's glory. Setting herself on fire for his ghost wasn't such a drive anymore.
He was approaching slowly, which amused her. Part of it was caution, of course, but he was intent. Fixed on something. "Why Mr. Wilson, does the greatest mercenary on Earth not want someone dead?" she asked with a small smirk. "Ah yes for the paycheck." Reaching out, she touch his chin slightly to tilt it and kiss him.