"Your confidence in my abilities is deeply touching, but yes, I know the round open end gets pointed at the guy you want to murder," Gregor says as he scoops up the baton and taps it absently against his calf just below his knee. His voice still clipped, but there's almost a warmth there. Aurelia is so openly and unselfconsciously unpleasant it's almost refreshing, demanding no cordiality from him but what he chooses. "I wouldn't call myself a crack shot, but I hit what I'm aiming at. I'd ask a passive-aggressively cutting question along a similar vein of you, but I'm quite aware I have nothing to worry about regarding your abilities. I'm quite comforted."