"Mm, I'd once only killed those who tread carelessly onto the truth of my existence. Though if you've read Wilde's story, it's not as secret as it once had been. I believe I've only killed a handful of men in sport, just to see if I could. I killed the man who painted me, and the woman who fell in love with me. I killed her brother, I killed my mentor's daughter. I choked several lovers in the passion of the moment and had to toss their bodies into the river, but that was purely accidental, so those don't count." He opened his eyes to look at Damon, smiling. "Ah, there's life in your complexion now, excellent."