Humanity was a passing notion to him; something he liked to try on for size and model in the dressing room, but never actually felt compelled to buy. ↗
The nails from a suicide's coffin, and the skull of the parricide, were of course no trouble; for Vesquit never traveled without these household requisites. ↗
Perhaps you had better watch your back, stupid glowy golden faerie man whore"
He frowned at me. "That made no sense"
"Good! Now maybe I can join your club ↗