"If you threaten me," Bolion started, "I'll never get to sleep. I'll constantly be wondering about the horned crazy lady who wants to kill me."
He leaned back in the saddle, against their travel bags. It was an inpromptu chair, but it worked. He snickered to himself, before saying, "Y'know, that would make a great mystery-thriller. A travelling assassin who fucks people, and then hunts them down. It's like the best death sentence ever. Or you get tot choose," he dropped his voice, low and foreboding, "spend one night with the deadly temptress, and pay the consequences, or leave a womanless wanker, but live to fuck another day!"
He laughed to himself, still not napping. He continued, "It really brings a wholeness new meaning to flirting with death."