"Nah, I just don't tend to sleep with shitty assassins. Not the most dexterous in the streets, kid, might mean the same in the bed," JT said with a sarcastic tone, as he poured Dusk a glass of water. He figured that she would need something to drink, and a cold water would get some of her senses going again. He brought it to her and set it on the coffee table, before he took a seat in a chair not too far off.