"And I have a few choices for you." His tone dropped, leaving it only for her ears to hear. "Call down the guards, and off.. I will not have to kill them. Also, we would not have to find out just how deeply a bolt can be sunk into your throat. Look down, dear. Take a good glance at my hand, hm? I am sure you, like I, wish to walk from this.. conversation alive. We can speak quite civilly. Without threats." As sure as he had stated, a twist of wrist had happened during her approach, bringing the small, bolt laden bow into his palm which was pointed directly upward toward her throat, wavering between it and her chest, undoubtedly poisoned. He then lifted his tone only slightly. "If I am to be hired to rid of this 'threat' then I will do as hired, and take my leave. My silence secured. If not, my silence is still secured. I am destined to walk alone." In other words, what secrets were given, were kept completely by him. That was perhaps the only bit of 'honor' he had. True, he could use them against other people.. though the secrets he kept could get him killed as well.
            She had no doubt of the words that he spoke, but was also keenly aware of the razor rings that would bite into his flesh as her tongue rolled between her lip and teeth. Spitting the object to the side carefully, she chuckled quietly at his answer. Let him keep his secrets, that was her thought on the subject. If coin was good enough for him, it was good enough for her. And even as she leaned back slowly, hands splaying as they released him, Zhaunil's attentions were called to the front, by the cowled and cloaked figure of their Father. In that moment, he could have probably slit her throat, as she turned to peer over her shoulder while straightening to a stand. Her brother's quick response was a dip of head, and movement towards Lord Xaizael. Though a moments worry creased thin white brows, it was swept clear away by the time she turned back and flicked a hand at the knights who'd crowded the doors and area once more. She'd be alone with him, that was dangerous enough in it self. But spoke volumes, then, didn't it? She slid into her chair gracefully and leaned back into the high backed comfort. "What do you know of Matron Sien'way and D'Elghinn?"
            For the second time in two days he had rolled his shoulders back faintly to release a minute bit of tension from the honed muscle within. Touch sometimes did that, something he indeed detested. Once hers was removed from his thighs and she backed off, he finally glanced to the departing guards, then gave another slight twist of wrist. While the bow was soundless upon its release, its return to its former placement caused a soft click to be heard. Lowering his hand back to his lap, he returned to the steady regard of the female, and to her inquiry came a faint shake of his head. "Naught but her coming downfall."
            "She is most favored in the.." Here, she almost visibly blanched. "Spider Queen's court..there have been days upon days she's arrested other Houses to gain that favor. She will stop at naut to be the most powerful." Her ire was raising, he could tell. He was noticing a habit that the more vexed she became, the more she would coincide Drow with her Common. She forced it down within herself, and the glass she'd had a white knuckled grip on, was eased to her lips again for a sip. "There are plans for her seizure of another House, Olath'Veldrin. In this House, we have many an ally, and their Matron a loose tongue. The time to move upon her is now..everything within the House and..everyone, must be destroyed. The Matron, however.." Fingers smoothed over the rim of her glass before she crushed the item in her grip, watching as tinkling shards and blood mixed with wine rained down against the table. Her voice lowered, filled with a hiss of displeasure. "..is mine." Violets lifted to the side from the shelter of white lash as she flicked her hand outwards, shaking the glass from her hand like one would shrug.
            Nodding lightly he returned to the idle and casual stroke against the bronze while it remained hidden beneath the drape of cloak. From the sound of it he could turn a healthy profit.. though one thing did cross his mind. Betrayal. "After this deed is done, and I am paid, I have your word that I will be quite free to leave, yes?" He wanted to add something about hating to kill the ones that attempted to detain him, though it would have been more than a bold faced lie. Also.. it would make him seem vain when he wasn't.
            "Xas, of course. Quite free." She flicked him another violet eyed gaze, though this one was more searching. He was a hard one to get into, that cold and aloof shell worked well for him. Lips twitched just barely suppressing a smile. Pain would forever be her fatalistic friend. When her temper heated to a point she considered dangerous, it eased the tempests storm. She reached for a scroll from Zhaunil's chair, the pouch hung upon the side and tossed it to him carefully. "Each Yathrin, Vel'garn, Baseborn male and female..every single last one of them are listed there. Even should they naut be present when the house falls, they are to be caught and killed." She could have gone on to tell him that if all went well, she would consider offering him a part in what was to be, but that wasn't her place was it? Once this Qu'ellar was up and running under her brothers capable rule, she might leave it herself. The carefree shrug of shoulder was absent, and made her flinch in pain. Remind her not to do that for a while.
            Shifting his gaze from her to the scroll, he followed its arching path while removing a gloved hand from the hold of cloak. Catching the rolled parchment, he nudged back the other portion of garb and pulled free the bottom half, unrolling it so he'd be able to see the names. He always found it best to get an early start on knowing who was who. Slowly nodding he studied one name, then went onto the next. If she spoke truth of allowing him free passage after the kills were made, he didn't know. Considering he needed an influx of coin he figured he could fall dead either way. Be it by scrounging around, or being back stabbed.. for the lack of better term.
            It seemed to her that in this, her part of the deal was finished. "Zhaunil will expect to meet with dos, I'm sure, at greater length. He knows better what the Sargtlin has planned. Dossta part in all of it will be important. For it will allow us to get to Sien'away." She would make no bones about it. The entire Qu'ellar harbored some of the most powerful Wizards, Yathrin and others that most of the Underdark could brag or boast of. But then, he would know his business, wouldn't he? It would be up to him to do what needed to be done. And she shouldn't trouble herself with congenial matters or banter, so did not. Another bag was hefted and dropped to slide slightly onto the table. More platinum for his trouble. "For supplies, or whatever else dos will need. Though, this Qu'ellar will be open to dossta needs, bring danger here and dos life will be forfeit."