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Bruges couldn't help but bite his lip and flatten his ears when Colt took him seriously. He shook his head; lightly surprised that Colt didn't know what an assassin was, but relieved as well that he didn't freak out. "No no," He said, trying to correct the situation. "They weren't actual assassins...Niamh and Ambrose would never be the bloodthirsty type. They just liked to rough-house a lot, and felt they were both invincible," He said, a tired tone creeping into his voice. Having been put in charge of babysitting them when they'd been little, he'd certainly had his hands full trying to keep the two from picking a fight with something they couldn't handle. "They were trained to be guardians, but sparred a lot, just for fun. So if you ever challenge her...Just watch out. She's tougher than she looks," He warned playfully. Naturally, he could have stepped in and planted a seed of suspicion in Colt's mind that Niamh was secretly a killer- but Bruges was rather fond of his younger sister, and had fortunately decided not to do so. Ambrose was his target at present, and that was giving him tonnes of joy. 

Colt, on the other hand, seemed a lot more relaxed than Ambrose and Niamh, and Bruges liked that about him. He was a chill dude; likely well paired with Niamh who was a bit of a firebrand when she wanted to be. "I'd agree. Can't really be held down to much these days," He confessed happily.