He chuckles like she just told a joke and an amusing one at that, but then stops with a look of consideration on his face.<br/><br/>"<strong>Well, I guess it would look that way. Alright truth to be told, I'm not <em>planning</em> on killing you. Didn't even cross my mind until you said something. But, you know, cord around neck, bathroom, the two of us in the natural, the moment inspires, you know how it goes. Things. . .kind of happen. Not proud of it, but there you go.</strong>" he says like he was explaining some spilled milk on the kitchen counter.<br/><br/>A hand goes low, and starts roughly molesting her womanhood- and he calls it that because to use cruder words is not something people with respectful jobs do.<br/><br/>She gets another shock then, right on one of her lower lips- not enough to actually do damage.<br/><br/>"<strong>Tell you what though, the longer I'm here the more likely it is that something will kind of happen, if you catch my drift. Why don't you tell me everything you know about that serial killer you're looking for and I'll be out of your hair all the sooner.</strong>"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Action</div><div class="spoiler_body">Intimidate again. She will talk!</div></div>