You’re an assassin and had run into a rival assassin, you knocked him unconscious and tied him to a chair, you sat across from him pointing your gun at him. He woke up and chuckled, looking at you. “You don’t get everything you want just because you’re pointing a gun at me. You’re not the first person to threaten me, not even the first woman. Sorry doll.” You chuckled, clearly amused and lowered your gun. The man says, smiling. “Good girl. Now let’s just talk.”