"The thin man wasn't hungry today" the girl said simply.

Jaqen stared hard at the girl inspecting her face for lies. She may have stopped biting her lip when lying and practising the game of faces but he had learnt to read into her eyes.

"Perhaps that is why the man is thin." he said letting it go for now.

The next day he followed the girl out, unseen stalking through the shadows watching his lovely girl. He knew the path the girl took on her daily route she'd told him many times when recalling to him her three new pieces of information found that day. She took a different turn from her usual journey and he glanced around quickly before following her down an alley.

He was confused for a moment when she entered a pleasure house. Why was his lovely girl whoring herself in some brothel? Now he definitely needed to follow and question her.

Outside he changed his face and entered in after her. Posing as a Braavosi sailor he looked around for his lovely girl but she seemed to have disappeared. whores grabbed at his body trying to attract his attention but he only had eyes for one and she wasn't here.

"Good evening sir, I'm Meralyn are you looking for any type of women in particular?"

"A man is looking for a girl," Distaste was evident in her eyes as she looked him up and down "she was selling fish."

"Oh her, she doesn't work here, I kicked her out yesterday."

Jaqen nodded and turned to leave, he'd wait for the girl outside. He felt slightly more at ease knowing that she wasn't working as a whore in the happy port. But still he needed to know what she was doing there.

After leaving the brothel Arya was grabbed from behind and dragged down a dark alley. She struggled in the tight grasp and tried screaming but a hand clamped over her mouth. She was pushed up against the rough stones by a hard body against hers, her cheek slamming against the wall, stones grazing her cheek. Again she tried escaping the vice like grip but instead it only tightened and her arms were pulled behind in an uncomfortable grip. Grinding her teeth in pain and frustration she tried slamming her head back into her captors nose. An arm snaked around her neck pulling her head back towards him. Lowering his mouth to her ear he whispered,

"What is a girl doing in a pleasure house?"

He loosened his hand on her mouth slightly so she could talk.

"What do you think girls do in pleasure houses," she bit back "or are you looking for little boys to fuck."

"If a girl insists on acting like a whore maybe a man should treat her like one" he said grinding his hips into her back.

The girl squeezed her eyes shut. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of screaming or crying out. She was an assassin or at least would be soon. She should be able to escape.

"A lovely girl has many talents, perhaps a girl will show a man..."

"Jaqen?"

"Well done lovely girl." he said letting go of her neck and returning to his original face, still trapping her body. "Now will a girl tell a man why she is here?"

"I was selling fish."

He flipped her around and pushed her hard against the wall again knocking the breath out of her. His hands grasped around her throat strangling her.

"Why does an insolent girl insist on lying to her master?" he bit out squeezing her neck tighter.

Arya closed her eyes refusing to show him any sign of pain and shook her head. A faceless assassin doesn't fear death. Rule your face.

He let go of her neck instead placing both hands either side of her head. Her hands quickly moved to probe the bruised flesh whilst she glared at him.

"What were you trying to do? Kill me?"

"A man is a trained assassin and a girl is no one... at least she should be, dead girl." he whispered almost seductively into her ear, "A man saw a girl following someone. Why? Is he on Arya Stark's kill list?" he said Caressing her cheek.

She could feel her cheeks begin to burn under his watchful gaze and the fact that he could read her like a book. She breathed out a long sigh and finally complied to tell him,

"He's Ser Meryn Trant. He killed Syrio."

"Ah the dancing teacher, so this is about Arya Stark's little list."

"I'm sorry Jaqen." She whispered looking down to the floor and biting her lip waiting to be reprimanded.

Jaqen stared at her for a while before shaking his head slightly in disappointment.

"Come child, a man will walk a lovely girl back to the temple, things need to be... discussed." he held his arm out to her.

She looked at him with confusion spread across her features before she nodded slightly and took his arm.

They walked down the alley and into the open streets. There were few people around during this time and most of those people were drunken fools looking for a fight. After walking a while in silence Jaqen looked down at his apprentice squeezing her arm slightly.

"Look Arya a man knows you have a kill list and doesn't doubt that the kindly man knows this information as well, you need to learn to control yourself, rule your face, and take advice on everything a man has taught his lovely apprentice."

She nodded chewing her lip in thought.

"A man knows a girl will never truly be no one, Arya Stark will always be there, a girl just needs to learn to hide it. They will kill a girl if they discover Arya Stark still lives."

"How do you know?"

"A man belongs to the order of assassins who decide this fate-"

"No I mean how do you know I need to hide my identity."

"A girl has insisted on calling a man Jaqen H'gar that he is starting to become that man. A girl gave a man an identity so he is no longer no one. If the order finds this out, Jaqen H'gar will be dead."

"But I don't want you to die."

"A man doesn't plan on dying yet or letting his lovely girl die either." he said sombrely pressing a kiss into her hair. "Besides a girl named a man to the many faced god." he teased.

"No." she almost screamed, "Jaqen don't say that. I took it back. I unnamed you."

"A man only teases lovely girl. A girl would be lost without her master's ever guiding words." he smirked.

She punched him lightly in the arm smiling slightly.

"While we're on the subject of the many faced god Ser Meryn isn't a girl's to kill. The many faced god hasn't given you this task. Arya stark may want him dead but who are you meant to be?"

"No one." she replied quietly wondering how she would be able to get around her dilemma of fulfilling her kill list whilst still serving the many faced god.

By now they had reached the Temple of Black and White, Jaqen stopped at the bottom of the steps and held her hand in his.

"A girl should go eat something, Umma will have saved something for a girl to eat. A man has a few errands that need attending to first before we talk again later. A man will meet a girl in her bedchamber when all is done."

"When what is done? What more do we have to discuss?"

"A girl asks to many questions. Remember to wait for a man." he said before walking off.

That man infuriated her with his air of mystery and never telling her a god damn thing. She looked back after him but he had already gone, shaking her head she entered the temple.