Jamie only sipped absently at his coffee, hardly paying any mind to her warning. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard such a threat, and it was his job to be trustworthy, even for… less than legal reasons. Regardless, he wasn’t stupid.
An eyebrow arched at her next words, almost disbelieving that she was even daring to bring up such a topic. Surely if anyone found out this conversation took place, she’d be the one in danger, not him. But he didn’t deign to mention that. Instead, he set his cup back down on the table.
“You know how difficult that’s going to be, right? There’s a reason nobody knows him, and I’m not in the business of finding out. He offers safety and luxury; to test his boundaries could ruin his generosity. Your sort of curiosity will be deadly.”
“Of course I know.” She replied, giving the other a sigh. And she knew that her curiosity was dangerous. It got her into trouble before, and it would get her into trouble again. There was no denying this. There never would be. And there would be no stopping it. She couldn’t control it -- even if she tried.
“Call it my ‘Achilles heal’ if you will. Obviously, if you were to accept my preposition, I would keep you safe. I am more than capable of that. I’m not hearing a no, sir.”