Whack job with a penchant for peeling faces.

ODESSA A’ZION as RILEY

Female goddess of the Moon

Female moon mask

ca. 1830–50

Assassin Sentences, Vol. 5

(Sentences for interactions with assassins. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"You're letting me live. Why?"

"How many men have you shot?"

"As you may have perceived, I'm rather a gamesman when it comes to killing. I have my own rules and ethics that apply."

"I want to know why you hired me."

"We both know there's enough blood on these hands to serve a dozen life sentences."

"I'm not just an animal that you can let loose on someone."

"If you're going to shoot a man, you should at least try to look him in the eye."

"I thought you guys shoot people all the time?"

"How the hell did you learn to shoot like that?"

"Deep down, that cold-blooded killer routine is just an act."

"We have some cleaning up to do."

"I've shot people I like more for less."

"If you're looking for a reason not to kill me, I don't really have one."

"So, what do you plan to do with the body?"

"I'm sorry for trying to kill you."

"I'm going to kill you, you know."

"I'd hate to get blood on my suit."

"You know, you're really quite charming when you aren't killing people."

"Are you asking me to help you kill him?"

"I don't have a side. I just have job to do."

"I may not have seen the war, but I know the look a man gets when he likes killing. It comes easy to you."

"Does it bother you? The morality of what we do?"

"So, can you use a gun?"

"If I was going to kill you, I'd have done it when you walked to the car this morning and would have been gone by the time you hit the sidewalk."

"I'd find it offensive if you thought I was behind this. My methods are far more sophisticated."

Did he prefer some privacy? And how much privacy was enough privacy. "The booth should suffice- a happy medium." he suggested but as Roman made no motion to leave his lap Nicolas' hand continued it's trajectory kneading the inner thigh just under their skirt. "It is all very new to me this liberated world." Well he couldn't very well tell Roman he had died and came back to life...and it was not instantaneous...no it was years of an endless cycle of feeding, coffin, feeding, coffin until his body mended enough.

"You seem fun. I was never fun" No, he was a pessimist, a cynic, a party pooper. "Will you show me how to be fun?" he asked mouthing Roman's jaw as his hand caresses the centre of their masculinity keeping the thin boundary of fabric between them.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🔪💋 ⋅  ──── There's a little smirk at option made, though it's not much of a surprise considering the admittance to this all being a little new to him. Though Nicolas does put it in the oddest way considering he doesn't seem all that mature, at least not exteriorly. But it's not something Roman was about to question right now with the promise of some gratification on the line.