Suddenly, one hand darted up, attempting to grip onto her throat. It was more of an instinctual reaction as opposed to anything else, really. "Like I said, bitch, stay the hell away from me!" If he did managed to get a hold on her, he released it, returning both arms to their folded position.

"I get this ridiculous idea when I see you diddlin' around, askin' for their opinions on shit. HAH, what was it?" He snorted, obviously mocking her. "That one where you were babbling about, askin' what makes a person a jackass or a sucker? Or whatever way you worded it. Heee." He shook his head slowly. "You do your own thing, like eeeverybody else here, but in the end you're still one of them."

He took another step forward, closing the space between them entirely at this point. "And you know what? I know you ain't gonna lay a finger on me. You didn't back there, when I was killin' all those people. The only thing you've done is made me feel good when I got some real bad headaches. The reason I haven't put a goddamn bullet between your eyes yet is because you can't kill me. Whenever I need your "services," you're gonna be there. Only thing is, I gotta figure out how to train you so you won't be buggerin' around in my fuckin' business."