"I know but I welcome it," she said tiredly before turning to the man who had come up on her. She wasn't particularly frightened, but then, she grew up with a thug for a guardian and he had taught her to defend herself quite effectively. There was a knife hidden in her boot for such an occasion as someone making her feel threatened. She peered through the moonlight at him for a moment, then turned back to the sea. "I doubt anyone who knew who I am would try to do anything, knowing my master is not a man who would appreciate the maiming of one of his best courtesans. Even then, perhaps it wouldn't be bad to die. Not that I wish it upon myself, but the thought doesn't scare me either." She had a thick accent that sounded Italian.