i can't help the devil

Yup, I’m an absolute delight.

This is why I like you.

Secretly? I thought everybody knew.

Oh, and modest too.

No, I think I’d rather gauge out my eyes.

I still think you secretly like me. Besides, you don't have to wear that skimpy a nurse's outfit.

I’ll make you chicken noodle soup?

I knew you were secretly an angel.

Once we’re done with this, I feel as though we should go out for celebratory drinks or something. God knows we deserve it.

You got that right.

Just slightly. Course I’m never opposed to going out and getting completely hammered.

I don't like getting too drunk, just a little tipsy. 

You learn to control it in a way, like if you play the character long enough eventually the lines start to blur and soon you think of two reactions, not just yours and yours alone. If you can past the creepy and darker aspects of it, it’s actually a lot of fun.

I think our definitions of fun may be a little different.

I have commitment to jokes of a similar nature. All you have to do is aim, and don’t miss. I do, as a matter of fact. Do you know what humour is?

I never miss, not when it's important. I'd rather not have anyone die on stage. No, what's that?

I was only joking. You can even throw one while I’m under a cloth or something, and I’ll disappear. It’d be a good closer to our ‘act’. And I beg to differ, I make fun.

When you do it continuously it no longer seems like a joke. Fine, I suppose I could manage that. Do you even know what fun is?

We should include that somewhere in the show. I think it’d get the crowd going, especially if I got you in the back, and you’d have to keep going as if it were planned.

No knife throwing. You literally ruin everything fun.

Archer wouldn’t be my target. I’d just send them right back from where they came from. We can test it, I’m quite confident. So long as I know knives are being thrown at me, and I have time to prepare.

Oh, really? I had no idea. Why would I give you time to prepare if I wanted to throw a knife at you... But then again, that would be a very cool trick.. Throwing knives at each other.

You and your jokes. But regardless, I’m confident that I could catch one if you threw one in my direction. And I know which way I’d send it back toward.

Jokes? Now that's funny. Maybe we should test your confidence... You shouldn't fling knives at Archer, he's a nice boy.

I know it’s hard not to stare at me, but you’re going to have to control yourself.

You mean control myself so I won't throw knives at you? I know. 

Sure. You like rat poison, don’t you?

It’s something else, it’s someone, else. A completely different person; ideals, job, thought process. It looks easy but never really is. Sometimes you get caught up in what you’re playing and can’t tell where you begin and the other ends. More times then not, you end up losing yourself, which is where sex comes in handy, since you know, best way to find yourself and lose yourself is another person.

The more you talk about the dark side of that the less interested I become in it... I don't think I could ever be that serious. I can be serious.. But not for prolonged period of time. It'd take too much out of me.