Calendius would be a liar and a hypocrite if he pretended to be anything less than pleased by Felicity's reaction to the footage. He'd be a sleazy, oppertunistic bastard; Someone who capitalized on someone else's pain and strife, someone who looked for marketability in tragedy. In short, he'd be a typical manager or agent. Really, as an escort, his glee was simply par for the course.

In his defense, Cal did try to mask at least some of his happiness. He made a good show of frowning, of contorting his threaded and arched eyebrows into something resembling sympathy, but the expression was as synthetic and preposterous as the rest of him. Nevertheless, he wouldn't have been able to live with himself if he hadn't at least tried.

"You could, you know." He smiled, in what he hoped was a suitably sympathetic and not overtly joyous expression. "You could kill everybody involved. Seriously. You could make them suffer."