"The word you're looking for is 'cautious'," Ulysse retorts, reaching up to smooth Rook's hair back over his shoulders. "I don't have any super powers to rely on should things go South. Only my blades and wits. The spirit in me hardly cares if I get beaten, shot or even raped, so long as I survive. While not everyone is out to do me harm, of course I resort to manipulation to avoid sticky situations."