[Edward is rapidly losing any points he may have gained in the past. Maria plants her hands on her hips and glares at him even harder. Yes, that's possible.]

You'd be correct. Until recently I served as personal steward to the Grandmaster himself. And given then one of your kind murdered him and eight more of our allies, I think you should understand why I don't trust any man bearing an Assassin's blade.

[Chew on that, Welshman.]