“All humans are prone to violence. I just have better control over it.” “You don’t sound so convincing with blood dripping all over your face.” “Worried about me, baby?” “You’d be bleeding out and I wouldn’t even notice. In fact, I’d use the blood to mix colors on my palette.” “Ouch.” His voice drops. “Though you’re such a horrible liar. You looked as pale as a ghost when I was being punched.”
