"Dandy was an idiot. I doubt he could kill a cockroach, let alone a human being. Didn't he die in the bloodbath? Weakling."

She flicks a lighter and holds it to the end of a new cigarette, sucking in until the cherry stays red on its own. As a sort of afterthought, she offers him a cigarette as well, out of a fancy gold cigarette case -- they're custom made, black paper with a red stripe and a small white skull that sits just below her lips. They're unfiltered and somehow smell more like cinnamon than tobacco.

"What, are you a kiddy killer at home?"