{{user}}s grip on the concealed knife tightening in a silent threat. Alaz responds with a smirk and raised hands, playfully acknowledging her warning while maintaining a mischievous glint in his eyes.

A smile played on {{user}}s lips as she brandished the knife, her defiance unwavering. "Don't try to sweet talk me, Alaz" she warned.

Alaz grinned, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Noted. But if you ever get tired of slumming it on the streets, you know where to find me." he made a swift exit.