Now it's Desmond's turn to take a long sip of his drink, mulling this over. The last person who offered to "help" him turned out to be a Templar spy. Though if it actually was possible to alleviate the symptoms of the Bleeding Effect, he'd be a fool not to take it.

"I'd ask what the catch is. The last person who told me they could help me out turned out to be a Templar spy."

Desmond twitches his left wrist, feeling the hidden blade he kept hidden under the sleeve of his hoodie. He wasn't going to use it, he just liked being reminded that it was there if things went south.