Normally Dee didn't give a shit about hurting people. Well it depended. She cared if someone's hurting affected her. Otherwise she didn't. Not that she'd tell anyone that. and the fact that his little stunt could have got the police snooping around was enough to make her upset. She realized he was a murderer but she really didn't want to go to jail.
She came into the room and closed the door behind her with her hands on her hips. "What am I going to do with you?" she said with a sigh, wandering over to him. "Take off your clothes and then lay down in the middle of the bed."