“Who you are,” she prompts back, an eyebrow raised on the paler side of her forehead. “Though I’m drawing some of my own conclusions, I will say.”

The nature of this conversation being what it is. They’re being very civil with each other, one of them in armour and one of them not, both of them armed— and it’s a mistake to assume that every vint is a mage, Maker knows, but it’d be a stupider one to assume that he isn’t just because she can only see the blade.