[ He folds his arms over his chest, taking a few steps around her. ]

Like I said, I'm not interested in killing you. And I don't have anyone I'm particularly interested in having you kill right now, either.

[ Assassinations aren't really his style. He'd rather fight a foe head-on.

He crouches back down behind her, his voice getting a little darker as his mouth nears her ear. Not too close, but still close. ]

A drink might help us figure out just what I should do with you instead... but I'm listening if you have any ideas.