"I don't really watch tv." Cavan replied with a little shrug. "There are so many other ways to occupy yourself."
Like sitting in a diner in a new city, determining if the little blond girl would be fun to kill or if he'd be bored with her. He couldn't tell if she was a screamer or not. He didn't think she'd be a beggar, which always ruined things. When you've already cut off somebody's foot, why they should think you would set them free was beyond him.
"The what?" He turned a little to face her. "Malleus Maleficarum?"