Oh as far as gigs went this was certainly a fun one. A bit of torture, some laughs, and getting the chance to spend a bit of time with Nori once again. All things considered Dig was looking forward to both the food, and her company. A low little moan even feel from his lips when she reached down to tease his erection as well. Still when Nori grabbed her coat he took a moment to collect his gear, and grabbed his metal case as well. After stowing it away in the trunk of his cruiser, Conners strolled along beside the woman as they headed to the restaurant.
It was likely wrong; to be hungry and so fucking aroused, after having just killed a man in such a brutal fashion. However Riley had been broken for so very long, that he barely noticed the norms anymore. Instead of feeling guilty or wrong the cop was quite enjoying himself, and as they sat down his gaze drifted to the lingering traces of cum on her skin. "Perhaps I went a little overboard with the mixture...perhaps cutting back on the adrenaline would slow the rate of death a bit more. Make it last a tad longer."
Judging such things would take time and repeated attempts, but it wasn't as if the man was in short supply of people who needed to be killed. There was no mention of Jerry's information though. No attempt to pry into that matter in any way. After all he had been paid for a job, and that was what he did. Asking more questions about that job was pointless. "So have you finally devoted a few pages in your book to me yet, luv? If memory serves I've been quite the muse to you over the years."