"I had to get the job done, Himitsu. I know you know what that is like." He states, his eyes bored and cold.

She kicks him in the underparts, then the stomach. She shoves him against the wall, pulling a knife out of her pocket.

He takes it all without so much as a grunt, looking at the weapon curiously. He then looks at his boss, seeing the frightened look on his face. He nods reassuringly, knowing he'd miss the man if he'd be gone the next minute.

She holds the blade to his throat. "Do that again and you die. Do you understand?" Her voice is little more than a cold growl.

"Trust me when I say I'll have to do it again." He sighs, touching the point of it with his finger and gently pushing it away from him. "You'd be doing me a favor by getting it over with now, ya know?" He mutters.

She's dead silent for a long moment.

"Now I understand why you said friends are a distraction." He mutters, his voice was bored. "I have the slightest theory, your afraid one of your assignments is going to be having to get rid of somebody you care for, am I incorrect?" He asks, looking her in the eye, his finger still on the point of the weapon.

She kicks him again.

He chuckles, "I'll take that as a yes." He then glares down at her, "If this changes the way you think about anything to do with my life, anything relevant, you won't ever get near it. If this makes you hate anything about me, anything I care about, don't let your job make you hurt them. Do it on your own accord" He snaps, kicking her away from him.

She lunges at him with a shout of anger.