For the world’s greatest assassin, this is pathetic,” said Dorian, stepping from the doorway. She yelped and swung toward him. She wore a tunic and pants, and her hair was unbound. He leaned against the table, smiling as she turned a deep shade of red. “If you’re going to insult me, you can shove this – ” She lifted the cue in the air and made an obscene gesture that finished her sentence.