[ His hands slip from her back up along her shoulders, finally settling in on either side of her neck, gently cupping her jaw. Like an old fashioned setup for a kiss and kiss her he does, softly on the forehead as if he was just putting a fuzzy child to bed. ]
Good night, love. [ And with that he twists, quickly and sharply snapping her neck. It's done in an instant, with the efficiency of someone who's snapped enough necks in his life to fill a moat. ]