The crucifixion, yes? [ a small, fond smile creeps onto his face; he thinks of such an act as a work of art. ] I should like to hear more on that, certainly. [ he shrugs slightly, an elegant, indifferent sort of movement. ] I've not interrogated him fully yet, in the interest of subtlety— but I do suppose I should make haste. Slow and steady does not always profit.
[ and he wants that information, but he hasn't quite put his mind to interrogating reid yet, either. he can sense some reluctance, something held back, and he seeks to smoke it out— yet he's still a bit cautious around reid, wary of provoking anything and still frustrated with the outcome of the venom fiasco. that was a marked failure on his part to exert any self control if he's ever experienced one— and as a drug addict, he certainly has. his tone, when he speaks again, is softer, affected with less of its usual coldness. this is how friendliness works, right? ]
But come, now; I should like to hear your take on these details. Conflict is a multifaceted thing, and I don't make it a habit to take the words of drunks as entirely true.