"Whoa, whoa." He lifted his hands in surrender, his signature friendly smile still plastered on his face. "Is that the thanks I get for saving you? C'mon, lower that pointy thing. Let's talk about this."

He'd come to these ruins for treasure, not to play hero, but the idea of leaving someone—even a knight of the Royal Guard—to meet a grisly end at the hands of a swarm of frenzied goblins hadn't sat well with him. His reward? A blade to his throat. Yes, he may have been Nightwing, legendary thief and wanted scoundrel, but still! He only stole from the rich! Surely that didn't warrant being arrested, especially after doing an objectively good deed, right?

"Look, I know you're a knight and I'm a wanted man. Bad combo, yeah? Very bad. But see all the dead goblins? I did that. To save you. Doesn't that count for anything? I'm sure a good and noble member of the Royal Guard would see the value in helping out a fellow human in need, and, you know, perhaps even agree that such a thing would warrant looking the other way? This once? No?"