[There's a knife at his throat, but it's not the first time, and Hector meets Isaac's wild gaze without wavering.]

I've never been one for farce, and my quest for revenge has come and passed. My companionship, I offer freely. You can accept it or no.

[He leans forward a little, putting his neck dangerously close to the blade.]

Do not speak of her again. That is what I ask of you. If you do but that...then I will stay by your side.

[Hector isn't sure what it is that Isaac wants from him; he runs hot and cold like a feral cat, hissing one minute and demanding attention the next. Hector's willing to learn, though, if it can bring some peace to those wild, pained eyes.]