(You’re the) Devil in Disguise
Basil was unfazed when Daisy had questioned him quite briefly on a topic that normally wasn't tossed around between two close acquaintences. Of course, in his line of work the casual murmurings of death was not something unusual, until—Basil laying back in his chair—the words came out. "I killed a man, once."It wasn't a lie—he rarely lied, but he pondered for a moment why he felt the need to share that at that particular moment. Perhaps it was that secrets did not settle very well inside of the man who seemed to always speak what was lingering on his mind. His eyes searched Daisy's face for any signs of disgust or shock, but he was only greeted with the same emotionless stare that was awfully similar to the one Basil bore all the time. The movement of her lips quickly caught his eye, and he swore he could see her muttering the words, "I knew it."
