Shamus looked at Cecil with a grin, chuckling as he thought of the situation in a different light. "Aye Cecil, I fear what could happen, that's true, but no fearless man has ever made it past fodder for stories. Your tricks and jargon are above average, I give you that, but no Mcfinnigan considers any man a higher power than god, and even then the lines blur. So, I honestly have about three more words for ya, fuck yourself kindly." Shamus said with a grin as he saw his heart in Cecil's hand, noting that if he crushed it, he'd be dead. and it'd be done. Cecil wanted to play the game, why would he spoil the fun for himself?