If I was going to get rid of you, I'd want my full moneys worth. Hell only knows the horrific amount of effort that I would have to put into it.

[ He's not going to bring up the last time he saw him, it was to chuck his dream-self down a belltower- he knew better than to think that would kill him of all people.

The dramatics are just as bad as the last time, but at least the murder methods seem to be kicking it up a notch. So that's what a chainsaw is...far too bulky and messy for his tastes, though.

His gaze flickers at that, pausing mid-tip of his glass before he rolls his eyes. ]

I highly doubt any of them will be able to skulk around here. Our gracious host decides who stays or goes, and nobody's leaving 'till she gets what she wants.

[ Marriage...still seems rather far-fetched for a pair of seasoned killers, if you ask him. Still, can't complain if it means he won't be going home. ]

I'd hardly stick around long enough for them to catch me, anyway. [ A hand idly brushes his shoulder, skimming the sunburst-shaped scar beneath white cloth. Right...even death can't keep him down, apparently. ]