[He honestly hates lying, but he knows better than tell sporadic truths to different people. Lies always have holes, just a matter of making those holes look smaller than they are.]

Almost.

Let me put it another way. People pay more for antidotes when there's a poison going around. Other times, it's a contact poison quick and usually painless, but more importantly silent. Easy to coat on a doorknob or wine glass during important parties.

I may have not been holding a dagger to their throat, but the specifics hardly change the outcome. Dead is dead. And that's also part of my point, I could try another profession, but once they found me, the demands would return. Being the better person this place wants me to be to put that coin aside or outright refuse won't matter much when the time comes.

[Kyle is a bit of a coward that Kylar would never admit to. Somehow it fits though, alongside the friendliness and smiles.]