He couldn't lie with that but wasn't that human nature? The path on the ascent to the top was littered with the bodies of the weak was it not? They'd been piled up in ditches along the side of the road into town and had been rotting silently ever since.
"I guess nobody has time for community any more," he shrugged indifferent. In New York nobody had a sense of community andnor in London, and in his last residence community had meant they all clubbed together to get the little guy so Lot had never grown up knowing what it was like to have your neighbours look out for you and you for them. Even now that he had a tribe you had to watch them closely, make sure nobody was 'unlawfully' trying to get more than they deserved but there was only so much he could do, if he didn't find a body washed up on shore he'd give himself a pat on the back.
"I can be a very scary person," he smirked his voice still low, gravelly enough to give her a feel but not enough to actually worry about her taking it seriously, "When I need to be,"