Gallvania

They stayed completely silent, listening as the infrequent steps came close to the door before going on their way, becoming distant down the hall. 

"...Damn, why was that actually kind of scary?" He let out a playful sigh of relief. 

"The oh-so-powerful Sirius Federov fears old grannies?" Emilia teased. 

He shrugged, "The wrath of a woman nearing the end of her time can be quite ferocious. Besides, you can't lift a finger against a granny. It's an unwinnable fight." 

"I see. It seems you do have some standards, at least," Emilia sighed out. 

"Hold on–I don't want to hear that from an assassin," he raised an eyebrow, "anyway…plan. What's the plan here, anyway? Did you figure out their exact route?" 

As he asked this, shifting the subject back in place, he watched the amber-haired woman sit up and stare at him for a moment before nodding.