[He doesn't let her cold shoulder turn him away, only smirking and stopping right in front of her. He's not unused to people who act this way, though their actions are usually a little less sympathetic than what he's seen from her.]

You could be leading me right by the nose down a path that ends up in my betrayal to Her Majesty the Tsaritsa.

[He says it as a thought, as if that would ever happen. But sure, he accepts that might be the plan here. But he knows himself well enough that he doubts there's much that could turn him.]

But you can think whatever you want. I'm not some dog that you can just feed a treat to and thinking I'm forever loyal. But...

[He tilts his head at her, still wearing that same smirk.]

I'm very intrigued with you; I'm starting to lose track of how many times you could have killed me by now. So has it really only been one gesture?

[Why is that?]