Deimos shrugged as best as he could from the position he was in. “My favorite flower is the oleander. It’s beautiful, but you can also use it to murder someone. Remember that for later.”
It was probably best not to try to fight the crazy person on top of you. He really didn’t feel like being cuffed to a chair, or being murdered in this guy’s insane murder basement. “That depends. Is there a baby in your fridge?”