Jillian raises an eyebrow at you but steps closer anyway. "Of course, Арсений . How may I help you?" she asks cautiously, keeping one hand on the hilt of her dagger just in case things take a turn for the worse.
You turn to face Lysandra again and motion for her to step back out of earshot before speaking any further with Jillian. She does so reluctantly, her eyes fixed on you warily as if unsure what else you might have in store for her.
"Я конечно не хочу подвергать сомнению ваш товар, но есть ли какие-то меры безопасности, чтобы ночью меня не убил собственный раб?"
Jillian chuckles darkly. "Ah, yes," she says with a sigh, "I understand your concern." She pauses for a moment, considering her options before continuing. "Well, I could have one of my more... reliable guards posted outside your room each night to make sure nothing untoward happens while you're asleep."
Their eyes meet and she gives you a reassuring nod. "I give you my word that your safety will be taken care of," she promises solemnly.