"You know-" And he stopped with the juggling, catching each ball in his hand to squeeze them, snuffing out the flames. "My old masters would very much feel the same way. Well. A third of them. Half the job, much like in stage magic, is in misdirection. The other-"

He crackled a quiet laugh, snuffing out the last ball of flame. "The kill. You are no Crow- but you are some manner of Assassin, yes?"