He'd not thought of that. That this place was not the same as the place where he'd come from. That he didn't need the rules here like he did in Miami. Or maybe he had thought about it, but hadn't thought that he could do it. He'd lived so long by the rules. Done everything he had to do as to not get caught.
But now? Now it felt like she was urging him to forget about all of that. To let it go and live in her world of freedom. Could he? Would he be able to break his own cycle?
Maybe.
"In tact." He nodded and moved toward the Cupid's head. She wanted the eyes, he would get her the eyes.
He couldn't help but like the feeling of the blood on her fingers being smeared on his various parts. She made it different somehow.
Dexter took one of the arrows out and broke it off so that he just had the head to work with. With his fingers, he popped the eyes out, carefully. He then used the arrowhead to cut the tendons and other connecting tissues. He dropped one and then the other into the jar of blood.
He didn't ask what she wanted them for. Perhaps her souvenir was the eyes, as his was a drop of the blood. Perhaps it was for magic, for she was clearly capable of that.