"You'd be too late to ask for forgiveness if I were decapitated," he pointed out, sly. "And some people would rather try to save me than immediately execute me. You're willing to do what is necessary to minimize risk."

Devin didn't have a death wish, technically speaking. He just didn't value his life all that highly, when it came to protect other people. He watched her impassively as she drew the knife across her wrist. As evidence of his control, Devin relaxed against a table, absent any sign of predatory instincts despite the smell of blood filling his nostrils.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Valdis." And it was, in a way. She seemed reasonable enough; attractive to look at and willing to assist. He was wary, though - someone not so unlike her had nearly destroyed him in an attempt to end the world. "Remind me to buy you a drink in exchange, some time."