Mamoru tried not to let it show that he was a little thrown-- and maybe just a wee bit unnerved-- by Tharja moving behind him and putting her hands on his back. Yes, they were supposed to be getting married, but these two goons were supposed to be protecting her, and look how that turned out. For a former assassin, a stranger with poisonous weapons out of your field of vision was never a comforting thought.

For the time being, however, he ignored it in favor of those who were already established as an enemy. Ultimately, it was preferable to have himself between them and their target. He pulled out his phone and pushed a few buttons to activate the video recorder.

"I have a better idea," he suggested. "You can tell us everything. Now."

Like hell he was trusting the man to remember his promise once his tail was out of the fire.