Robin walked over with two cups of tea, and arched a brow at Quentin's expression. "I wasn't offering, I was asking," he said dryly. "I like you quite a lot, though I'm not sure I like you that much." Because Robin was not an assassin; he could defend himself if need be but he didn't go around killing people. If that needed done, he'd hire someone. And getting that done well was both very risky and very, very expensive.