The Queen and the Executor whip around to face you as you re-enter the conversation, putting away your emergency knife. Oh, you finally understand her angle. She's calling you into duty out of desperation.
You thank both dames for validating your talents. They’re right: you are a criminal, and you are a wildcard. The very best there is. Your specialty is making things pop off. There's not a singular person more qualified for ending this peaceful malaise than you, see? If you're going to bet on anything, you better bet on Noir.
It's a deal, your Highness.