[Yeah, he's...still not looking at her. Even with the mask over his eyes, that's incredibly obvious - his entire damn head is turned from her, and from the look of it the ground behind her somewhere is seriously angering him.]

I took a guess and assumed that the person circulating the list would understand personal vendettas. I was right in that assumption.

[He pauses for a moment; both his voice and his posture are incredibly tight.]

I asked to be allowed to handle you myself. In exchange for a few small favors, of course.

No one should attack you, because that would be stealing my mark.