"There are always those sorts." He laughed softly as he proved his point.

At her question he allowed himself to smile and look her directly in the eyes. Really, looked at her, his shadow creeping over her. The feeling of someone who knew every secret Malina had. That he could pick apart every deep dark thing she kept hidden away from the light of day, things she wouldn't want anyone to know ever, but he knew. Oh knew... knew these things and could tell them to anyone at any point he felt like it to any random stranger, to her enemies and lay them out like throwing seeds for pigeons in the park.

"It's part of what I am," he said.