Aery, considering that the boy's suddenly friendly demeanor and obvious flattery was designed to test her (For that is what she herself is trying to do to him), quickly considered her options. One, blush and bridle like an idiot; Two, shut him down by stammering and blubbering about her own hideousness, also like an idiot; Three, take a passive, uninterested stance. She debated taking option one, throwing him off on estimating her personality, but after another split-second, went with option three. No harm in showing him who she really was.
She raised an eyebrow a fraction of an inch, making eye contact with him for a split-second before resuming her nail-filing. They were already in perfect shape, neatly polished a high-shine blue-silver color. It was just something to feign nonchalance. "And what would that line of work be?" Still keeping her voice light. "Given the number of guards you have, and the quantity of concealed weapons, I would guess something dangerous. Perhaps you are an assassin, as you accuse me of. Or a drug trafficker. Or a trafficker of humans. Whatever you are, I would think it's a fair assumption that you and I do not walk on the same side of the law." Technically not a lie; Aery was so all-over that line that it has ceased being a line for her, rather becoming a smooth gradient of various degrees of lawlessness.