Malcolm eyed the keys in my hand suspiciously. "Is this a test? See if I can turn down temptation or see if I'll try to kill you and run?"
"It might be," I sighed as I unlocked the gate. "Or maybe I actually see some kind of potential in you."
He stood at the open gate and looked between me and the freedom behind me. "What potential could you see in me? I lost to you remember."
"Yes but you're still young-"
"I'm twenty-two," he scoffed.
I gave him a look for interrupting me and he coughed an apology. "Which is young to the assassins here. Now," I stepped aside so he could exit the makeshift cell, "how about a bit of a sparring match."
"With what weapons?"
