He was lying. How could someone fall onto a balcony by accident? He was up there for a reason, and must have thought she'd be asleep at this hour. She could feel her heartbeat pounding so loud that it must have echoed in the expansive room, surely the whole city could hear it. Surely he was looking for her weak spot, waiting for her guard to lower, like all men did. He sounded young, but not too young to kill. Joffrey had proven to her that age didn't limit evil.

Alayne's shoulders stiffened when he asked if she was hurt, confused and telling herself it was merely a distraction... Until she noticed what he was talking about, and suddenly her cheeks flushed with embarrassment in the candle-light while she lowered her hand. He thought her hand was bleeding, and if he didn't know that was red paint, then...

"...You don't know who I am. I... No, it is only red paint. They never said I had to sleep whilst wearing it." She hoped he didn't tell anyone in his ignorance, she didn't want to risk getting in trouble.

So what if he wasn't there to assault or kill her specifically? He could be just using her open room as access to another murder, or burglary perhaps. Did she care if so? If it protected her own life, then she'd be happy to open the door for him, and let him deal with security at his own peril.

"Are... Are you injured?"

Villain or not, she doesn't need any enemies, and so Alayne remembered to soften her tone despite her nerves. She'd be his friend if it meant she ended the night alive and intact. She still couldn't make out his face, but she would rather talk to a silhouette than openly invite him into her room. Still, if it got him out the door...