[His mind is made up from the instant the sword comes out, really; it's one thing to throw himself recklessly into danger, but with an innocent bystander at the point of someone else's sword, he can't in good conscience put them at risk.]

Hey, now. No need to get hasty, right? He's not the one you want.

[He shifts his weight a little, pulling it back onto his heels, giving a subtle indication that he's not planning on rushing them with his balance off like that. As he does, he glances back and forth between the two assassins, gauging the distance, before holding out his arms with his wrists together in indication toward the one with the sword.]

C'mon. Look, I'm turning in, all right? I'm turning in.

[...Of course, you can't hold a sword and tie a guy's hands, both. Here's hoping these guys are the kind of cautious idiots who'll play it safe and try to move him to a secondary location before killing him.]