Even in the darkness, Kingsley was able to sense the blush. Her face wasn't so visible, but it was in the way she stood and moved. It wasn't merely a reaction at the skin level. And on some, blushing was hardly visible due to complexion or other issues. But his parents had always been easy...to get to react in many ways from strangers. And despite the Mark Kingsley knew was marring her skin - and her mind and soul, among other things - he also could tell she was an introvert, which went far easier with her job description than what else he had known of her.
"I prefer nights when no one dies," Kingsley agreed, but he did not simply mean the two of them but their...company as well, unconscious or bound as they were. The older man did not love violence or thrive off it, despite his job. "If you hadn't seen the call, no one may have come," Kingsley pointed out calmly, his voice quieter and not demanding of her. His spellwork was standard now, and he had prepared the prisoners for transport.