[ If it were possible for him to shudder at the sight of those black thoughts - he'd never encountered anything like them before, and he didn't like it - he would have. As it were, however, he simply sits there, something intense in his eyes. ]

Surprising, isn't it? [ He hated this; hated people challenging him. He was too prideful not to take them up on it. He hated how he always felt that he had to prove it here, whereas back home it was implied. Even when nobody knew his secret, everyone was intimidated by him and his family. ]

Everything about me - my appearance, my personality - draws you in, makes you trust me. At first glance, nobody would suspect me of being a cold-blooded killer.