“Your last assassin destroyed my sofa and I want you to pay for a new one. What’s so horrible about that?”
“Such a concession is beneath me,” Ravage said with dignity.
“And I’d like my sofa to be beneath me, but it’s broken.” Nox pouted at him. “And it’s all your fault.”
“If the assassin was so utterly incompetent that he succeeded only in dispatching inanimate objects rather than his quarry, I hardly see how I am to blame.”
Amused curiosity to absolute, helpless laughter in under 100 words.