When they arrived at the graveyard and Wendy picked a headstone out, Van rolled his eyes. "This is it? This is what you dragged me out here to show me?"
He sighed heavily and his breath left in a puff of mist. "Sure. And see this one over here?" Van scuffed his boot over the edge of a nearby headstone. "Here lies the milk maid that I murdered. And see that trio behind you? There lies the triplets I murdered. Ooooo." Van wiggled his fingers through the air and then scoffed.
"Anyone can say they murdered someone and point out a grave. Doesn't prove anything. You're still just a poser and this was pointless. I'm going back in."