No, of course not, but--

[he's starting to get tripped up now, his thoughts moving too quickly for his mouth.]

--but-- I’m, I’m a scribe. I panic in a real fight. Whether someone wants to kill me or— or I’m just in the way of them trying to kill you, I….

[He shrugs helplessly at his desk.]

I don’t know, she asked. I assumed she meant it. Any magic I cast would probably just piss off an actual assassin.