Don't die, just what he and his sister say to each other before they go out on an assassination.

"You too. At some point, you owe me a pint." He says as they get to the door, patting the other on the shoulder.

He's ready to see the man off, let him go, and head back in. There's something prickling his skin, telling him something is wrong, something isn't as it should be. He's not about to leave, not when his instincts are telling him to stay, but he'll see this strange fellow out and to the relative safety of the streets.