Sadako hated to kill women while she was out with Sweeney, as she knew that his more Victorian sensibilities wouldn't let him do it himself. But the woman had seen her, and while Sadako by herself might not have caused attention, Sadako and Sweeney together were instantly recognizable. Sighing, Sadako stopped the woman's heart, a fast and painless death.
When Sweeney walked out of the alley, Sadako couldn't help but smile. It was a fond thing, and she wondered if there was anything in the world quite as handsome as Sweeney with blood on his clothes and hair. It made her want to trace some into the creases that lined his forehead, and she blushed as she hopped over the woman to rejoin her lover. She could feel her own heartbeat hot and fast in her ears, barely noticing the faint blush that had crept into her cheeks. She'd never liked blood before she met him. She'd understood it on a scientifc level, but not the way that Sweeney did. He knew the beauty of blood, the wordless grace.