[center][img]https://i.ibb.co/2KrTBd7/image.png[/img][h3]???, Equipment Room, Chaldea[/h3][hr][@Letter Bee][/center]
Those with a high IQ would likely surmise that Assassin had used his ability to change his form in order to assume the shape of a pickle. While that may be one of the funniest things one would see in their life, that was sadly not the case. There was no silly face on the other side of the pickle, for it was a normal pickle. It felt pickly, smelled pickly, and would likely taste pickly should Daniel decide to eat it. Rather than being a silly harmless prank involving a brined cucumber, what instead happened was something Daniel could possibly not foresee as the feeling of cold, sharp steel pressed against his neck.

Assassin appeared behind his Master, holding the flat end of one of his many knives against his neck. It wasn't enough to cut for sure, but it was definitely threatening. Before Daniel could react, Assassin moved with his superior speed, pulling one of his arms behind his back as he held him tightly.

"[color=lightblue]You shouldn't have come alone, kid. If you still had your command spells, you could possibly stop me from slicing your throat right now. You wouldn't have to use them to command us, either...  the mere threat of them would have kept me at bay from gutting ya. How can you save the world if ya can't save yourself?[/color]"

Assassin continued to hold his blade against Daniel's neck for only a few more seconds before finally letting go, slinking back with a yawn. The knife had disappeared, and all that was left was Assassin's sly, shit-eating grin.

"[color=lightblue]When we go on the field, your best bet is to stick near one of the other Servants, unless you want another Assassin to cut you down like I would have done. You're only a liability to us now that you don't have your command spells on ya! Consider this a lesson from the man who taught the big guy how to throw down! Hah![/color]"

With that laugh, Assassin took the pickle from Daniel's hands, taking a bite from it while walking off.

"[color=lightblue]Well, would you look at that! Those girlies Saber brought to his room last night were right! Pickles [i]are[/i] delicious...[/color]"

And so, Assassin went off to enjoy his breakfast, paying no heed to the child he likely scarred for life. Those scars will make him tough, after all...