"Only to yourself then, huh?" Andras liked seeing them get mad, people only lashed out when they were cornered. He didn't even blink when the place emptied out, it made no difference to him.
He didn't move, seemed to be perfectly relaxed like he was at the spa with his own blood sliding down his front. "There are only four reasons people kill. Money. Power. Love. Jealousy. You kill someone for their cash. You kill someone to take their power. You kill someone to get love. You kill someone because you can't have their love. Four reasons. No more. No less. Murder is textbook." he coughed again, cracking his neck to the side.
"I have you more figured out than you do, Jack. I'm not missing that large piece, you are." he started to chuckle, "Do you want that, Jack? Do you really want there to be a definite answer to who you are?" he said it in a way that wasn't taunting, he sounded like he was making an offer. He watched Jack suck on the blood and inwardly sighed, the killer would be feeling heartburn later.