He gave a sly smile and followed, listening to Cam and remaining silent himself.  It wasn’t that he didn’t want to say anything, rather Andreas didn’t have anything valuable to add.  He was supposed to be the new person, someone who didn’t know D’loy or what this case was all about.  What could he possibly have to offer?<br/><br/>He slipped into the morgue and eyed the man working there.  He seemed grim.  Was that a prerequisite for working with dead people, he wondered?  Or is that just how they all ended up after years of looking at corpses?  Andreas couldn’t help but think about how many he’d sent to similar cold rooms with frowny-faced assholes waiting to cut into them.  At least he usually left some pretty good starting points for easy access, right?<br/><br/>“Got my own, thanks,” he murmured, pulling out a hair tie and wrapping his hair up in a quick bun.  His gaze slid between the two men as he studied the less than friendly interaction.  “A pleasure,” he said, and it almost sounded believable.  His attention was more on the body stretched out in front of them.  Strange how different it looked under bright lights, all cleaned up for examination.  It was cold and sterile, not at all the delightful vision of a freshly slaughtered mark.  He hummed to himself over that, trying not to be disappointed.<br/><br/>Cam’s voice brought him back to the present.<br/><br/>At long last, the profile!  He’d been very eager to hear this part, because it was about him.  Not that he was the type that needed infamy or anything, else he’d have screwed up long ago.  It was just a rare opportunity, and Andreas was no stranger to vanity.<br/><br/><i>Not their first</i>, check.<i>Male</i>, most definitely check.  Subpar empathy, though?  Andreas had to agree with that, because there were very few people he’d ever met that made any stirring in him emotionally.  Why should he care whether someone lived or died?<i>No regret,</i>most definitely not.  It went back to not being emotionally attachable to these idiot targets of his.  It was just a job.  He did it, he got paid, job over.  It wasn’t like he was attached to his victims in any way, and he never thought back on them unless it was for information or a learning moment.<br/><br/>The moment Cam mentioned<i>sociopath</i>, that got Andreas’ eyebrow up.  That was what he was, Andreas was fairly confident.  He wasn’t born to kill people, but his experiences as a child, his tortured upbringing… they had shaped him into what he was.  He couldn’t regret it, though.  He had earned his freedom, took hold of his life, and had become a success.  He was at the top of the world.  He definitely wouldn’t have been in some underground bunker of the dead if it wasn’t for that fucking whore he needed to track down and kill.  He’d be sitting on a beach somewhere, sipping fancy drinks… or dragging some sexy thing into the shadows of a loud, elite club to get dirty with.<br/><br/>He sighed.  What a waste of his time.  Next time, he had to be more careful.<br/><br/>Andreas nodded when he was asked if he could see it, but then Cam went on another little talk about the<i>Unsub</i>.  He wondered, what would Cam have said right then if he realized that Andreas was the one he was speculating about?<i>…centered… even handed… pride… <b>passion</b>…</i>Oh, yes.  This was very much his passion, but also his job.  It was just easy the way that those two went hand in hand for someone taught to kill from a very early age.<i>...very smart…</i>Now Cam was just stroking his ego.  But that wasn’t the only thing.  Andreas picked up on the start of that excitement boiling in the other man, his gaze sliding over to him instead of the body.  Was he…<i>enjoying</i>the idea of an elite killer in town?<br/><br/>“Good job,” he murmured.