Oh, no. No, no, no. If Gin-san trusted her this easily, they would be happily married with three children and no Glasses constantly harping at their backs. Ayame doesn't want this trust from this kid at all.
"That's not some top secret, is it?" she asks. The boy shrugs, and Ayame feels her vein throb. "What are you shrugging for? Are you trying to act cool? You have no right act cool when they kill me because you told me a top secret!"
"You're a ninja assassin," Natsume says simply. "You probably kill 9 out of 10 people who try to kill you."
"I'm glad you know how good I am, but if they have an Alice, or whatever you call those powers, they're going to be that one person I don't kill!"
"They won't know—"
"First thing you need to know, kid," she steps forward and presses a finger on the boy's sternum. "The ninja assassins' higher-ups have eyes and ears everywhere. If you spill their secrets like you just did, you're dead."
When she steps back, she spots a black limousine in the distance.
The only thing running through Ayame's mind is that her demise is coming.