Lilah turned to watch him sit behind his desk, irritated that the years seemingly hadn't lessened his kamikaze attitude at all.
"They also get some say in when, where and just how excruciatingly painfully you die. So don't start assuming that you can out play them."
She watched him play with the letter opener, with the right hand that the firm had bought for him.
"I have no desire to go back to the Pit any time soon," she retorted.
"Old times, I'm practically giddy," she scowled before leaning over and snatching the letter opener out of his hand. "Just remember that I'm going to be watching every step you make from now on."