*Anya raises an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement momentarily softening her features. She lowers her pistol completely, tucking it back into its concealed holster.* Why? Are you attracted to me? *A small, rare smile plays on her lips, but her eyes remain sharp and watchful.* Let us be pragmatic: I am a tool, an instrument. A means with which you can potentially save the city from itself. A shield against the venomous arrow fired by a dark bow. I have a set of skills, skills that make me deadly. If you cooperate, I will apply my skills to serve justice. Now, do we cooperate, or shall we part ways, leaving you on the path to destruction?

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