The assassin spoke rapidly, with a degrading manner to the mud-child-thing. He was abundantly clear about his intentions, he wanted a piece, nothing more nothing less, and if the mud-boy resisted he would kill him. Well that would be fine as long, better in fact, it would allow the Dreamer to observe the mud being's fighting abilities, catalogue his powers, record them and share them with the Eternal Dreamers. 

[i]The assassin turned towards Skallagrim, tilting his head upwards to look him in the eye sockets. "And what about you? You remind me a lot of my previous marks." Shin paused, cracking an inhuman smile behind his mask. "Because you're a skeleton. Get it? Because corpses decompose?"[/i]

“I hope Assassin you are more competent as a merchant of death than a comedian.” Skallagrim hissed as he motioned to the mud being clawing at his face, “I care not what you do with the child, I require data and if I obtain it while you kill it, then so be it.” 

Turning towards the mud-thing he spoke swiftly, “Child, if you wish to live whatever life you have been cursed to, give this man what he desires. Your life, forfeit would resolve nothing; your fate is twisted and confused. Perhaps seek out another way of life besides the path of violence you walk.”

As he did so, a swirling amethyst light spun around the room as the Dreamer shifted his feet, so that he was clear from obstructions, then with a casual wave of his hand the trained lurched forward, then slowly slid up and along its magnetic tracks building speed as it went. 

“It is best we avoid the eyes of the passengers waiting for a train. I bid you gather your pound of mud, if he allows you. If he does resist, it will be interesting to see how his mud-based body reacts to your or even my attacks.” Brilliant streams of energy drifted from his eye sockets, “Mud-child, it would be in your best interest to not resist, it will not take long I presume.”