He listened to her with his back turned. This was better than he thought. In a sense it was Emily herself standing there, reporting to him what he'd done. She thought it would speak to a decent part of him, that it would be weights on his soul. That alone was a compliment, even by her standards. There was nothing for the sins to hold on to, but there was a wall of accomplishment for her story to hang on. The smile was gone when he turned around. The little sister of one of his better fucks was following him in. They were cut from the same cloth, then. Strong but gullible.<br/><br/>"That all sounds very dramatic." he said, leaning down to meet her eyes at their level. The gesture itself was already a bit condescending, but officially he was still playing the role of the disgruntled home owner with a stranger accusing him. "Sounds like I did a lot of bad stuff to... Kimberly, was that what you said?" he continued and darted forward just a little, to make her wince or at least blink. He had no intention of closing the trap yet, but the way she'd come in her with her anger, he'd decided her fate already.<br/><br/>He stepped to the side while she was startled, if she was, and went beyond her to close the door, annoyed, the move suggesting he was worried about heat being let out, or dirt flying in. Culler leaned against the wooden barrier as he locked it, looking at her from behind if she hadn't turned. He wondered if she'd have the same ass as her sister. What a perfect gift. Maybe he had droves of little sisters coming? Maybe his fucking had pulled other lives apart too.<br/><br/>He laughed to himself as he passed her again, patting her shoulder. Crying mother, drinking father. That was too beautiful. He wanted to see their home now, he wanted to visit for their holidays. Maybe Emily would like to catch up. "Sounds to me like your sister is just not the hero you made her out to be." he suggested and shrugged, sitting down on the couch, legs spread. "But you know what?" his voice was steadier, lower. Emily had liked it when he gave her commands, when she thought she was safe.<br/><br/>"This is my house, and you just assume you know me." he said. "Even if I did it, why the fuck should I care? Sounds like you think I did some bad stuff, but you're here without giving me your name. That's kinda rude too." Like the transgressions were equal. He needed to get her riled, and make her think it was appropriate to argue with him, so he could get her further in the house. Emily's spirit. "Maybe your family wasn't so well connected after all?" he suggested as he wrote a few words on his computer, like she was any other guest here, and he wasn't bothered.<br/><br/>"I mean, sounds like everyone in your family is weak. Someone fucks one of you and you all just disintegrate." he huffed with disapproval. "I think whoever did that to Kimberly did you a favor. Now you can just leave them and do your own thing." he rubbed his forehead with two fingers, a bothered expression living and dying. "Still don't see how all this has anything to with me."