A Change in Style

[Iku]

Ayame was surprised as she pushed off of him. It all came so fast, that Ayame didn't have the time to react. She looked at him, confused as to what is going on. He then proceeded to tell her that he's dangerous. But for some reason, Ayame didn't feel one bit scared. Infact, She felt... safe? Ayame then maneuvered herself on to her knees. Making herself face to face with him. She placed her hand on to his check and smiled brightly.

"If you were going to kill me, then you would have done it a long time ago" She said confidently. She could see there was a gentle person inside that cold shell of his. It was very tinted, but it was there. If he were so cold, they wouldn't be in this predicament to begin with. If he were so cold, He wouldn't have made her feel so comfortable in her own skin.

[Sven]

Sven backs away slightly as this strange girl advanced onto him to hold him by the cheek, confused of what makes this woman so frighteningly close to him now, since he might jab on the stomach right at the moment.

"Don't trust in it." He threw in as he looks away from her eyes, in search for his dagger across the room. Backing away from Ayame, the thief stood up to collect it from the ground. "I'm not in control. I might not kill you now, but I surely will randomly, sooner or later." He spoke as he picked up his weapon.

"Don't take deaths too lightly, Ayame." He said faintly, almost whispering. "Assassins strike when the victims least expect it."