A cruel little smile curled his lips up. “Now you’re getting it. Sort of, at any rate. You see, but you can’t comprehend. You wouldn’t be saving me. You’d be condemning me. The only reason you want me human again is to ease your own conscience. Because you think life in pain is better than death without it.” She was getting some of her courage back, he mused. More of that false bravado so many of the people around Lawrence wore as a shield against all the things they didn’t like to think about. The little sneer, the gritted teeth, the defiant reply... and then she was jerking away from him and trying to sweet talk him into giving her information. Cute. He laughed.
“Come on, Ginger, you can’t think I’d fall for that. I tell you that and it’s all over for all of us. And I hardly need assistance taking Jerry out.” He patted her on the cheek. “Nice try, though. Maybe I should reward your efforts?” He raised an eyebrow. The smile he wore was cheeky, playful, a lover’s smile that she would be intimately familiar with. But his eyes were just as cold as ever, the fondness there as much an act as the gentleness in his hands now. "Do you remember how terrible we were together?" he murmured, leaning in close, as though to kiss her.