[ In a single exhale his lungs deflate, shoulders dipping and forcefully averting his gaze to disguise the sour quirk to his expression. ]

Of course that's where this was going. [ Voice soft and low. ] --Sorry. Like I said, I know a bit about this tale. The fairies you want me to kill, they're not hurting anyone, or am is there something the left out?

[ Doubtful, probably rhetorical. Sam meets her gaze anew and spreads his hands in mockery of a helpless gesture. ]

I'm not a mercenary. I'm a hunter. --You're saying that's the only way?