Mercenary? Come on. What are you, fifteen?

[Blake gets a sinking feeling. Not another one.]

[Yep, he's a guard. A real noble knight of justice. But if you start questioning his morals, well, that could be a long conversation.]

[He blinks, and finds himself straightening a little.] Sir? That's a new one.

[The hint of pride in his voice is battered and dented, but there.] Yeah. It's ugly and it's a pain in the ass, but somebody has to do it.