When he was slammed against the shelves, a look of fear passed over his face. It was clear that he was inexperienced in any form of combat, the way he tried to flinch away from the blade against his neck proving it. He did as she asked, however, and stayed still, listening to her speak. However, he was also growing silently furious. The entire time she spoke, he was thinking of a way out of this. But he wanted more than that. He wanted revenge.

"No, there isn't a need for a scene. You must think I'm an idiot, to confront a potential spy without acquiring help. That door is the only way out of this study, kill me and you'll walk into the waiting arms of several guards, who will be quite eager to repay the favor I'm sure." His words were cold now, lacking any of the earlier friendliness they held earlier.

Of course, he hadn't done anything of the sword, but Marken was certain she didn't know that. "So, you're going to give me that weapon, if you want to leave this alive." He held out a hand, being much more bold, now that he was sure that his ploy had worked. Though, in the event she called his bluff, Marken had no other plan. he would be forced to improvise, if he survived of course.