Simms barked a laugh at that, and he continued to laugh as he pushed Cecilia's hair off her face again, tucking it behind her ear. He knew that that probably had to get to her almost as much as the pain he inflicted. She was messed up like that. "Oh, come on now. I'm the only grudge you fuckers seem to be able to hold. You've got a fucking firestarter, a junkie, someone drawing swastikas on your doors, but that's all fine. If I was nice here, you'd all turn around and throw me right back into one of these boxes, because I'm the only bad guy that mattered. And that's boring."
Even though he was still grinning, he sighed dramatically. "Speaking of boring... I'm gonna start hurting you again now." He pat her on the cheek, harder than he really needed to, then left the room again.