The man sighs, raising an eyebrow. "I'm an elf noble in a human court with alleged connections to the resistance. When every major organization in the vicinity wants you dead, an assassination becomes rather commonplace. I mean, when a random stranger comes to my door dressed inconspicuously with a knife behind their backs, it's not that far a step to take that they're here for my head." A human woman walks into the room, carefully closing the door, as she casts a disapproving eye over the couch, which has been thrown to the floor by your fumbled attack.
"Honey, did you really have to throw her over the couch? That was quite expensive." The woman seems utterly nonplussed at the presence of a would-be assassin, as you find yourself suddenly portrayed. It might have been insulting, had it not been less gruesome than the truth.
"But Samantha my dear, you know I can't help it. It's my sense of drama." The man walks to the woman, presumably Samantha, and draws her into a long kiss, completely ignoring you and the knife. However, you do find they're conveniently positioned between you and the door, and you have the idea that for this man there is no such thing as having your guard down.