The thirst for self-torture

Perhaps you aren’t as smart as you think you are.

How I love hearing what you have to say.

Maybe you should hire better workers.

Oh, I wonder how I have never thought of that one.

"I locked Dylan in the closet." 

Hmm...Good for you.

What is so amusing, Miss. Gray?

My business has nothing to do with your operations, Mr. Paranoid.

Well maybe I just wanted to know what you were doing down here. People don't just, wander down here.

Condescending nicknames and speaking with authority doesn’t make it your business, y’know. And doesn’t make you want to tell me any more.

I run operations around here, and if you don't tell me what you're doing, things could get very bad.

None of your business.

Oh honey, it is my buisness.

A lot of people do. Hazards of the profession.

I suppose...Now may I ask why you are around here?

Considering I don’t even know your name, I think you’ll survive.

But I know your name, girl.

Message received, but you’re just making me more curious.

Wonderful.

I’m usually good at it.

Well what I do is none of your buisness.

I creep when I’m bored.

What makes you think that that's a good idea?

Caught me.

Hmp...It's nothing new.

Snooping around, are we?

"Oh, I dunno. Why don’t you tell me what’s going in the delightful head heads of yours?” 

My head is a delightful place, yes. But I don't think you want to know what's going on in there right now.

"And believe me when I say I can do many more.” 

And what might you be thinking?