oak avoiding killing people whenever he could.

sure, generally he could bed and charm potential threats into giving up their plans before they went through, but for the few times he couldn’t…. well, it didn’t end well for them. he didn’t like slipping into that mindless space where he only knew the start and the end of the fight, but he would do whatever was necessary.

so, when you came along, an assassin working for someone (he couldn’t pry who out of you), he’d attempted the charming route.

and it had been mostly successful. sure, you still liked to pull weapons out on him, and you’d definitely tried to jump him once or twice, but overall he was alive. and you were much to attractive to kill. perhaps he inherited cardan’s taste.

“i know you’re there,” he huffed as he stood by his wardrobe, picking out an outfit.