"Hmm, not really. He's too vanilla, too corporate. I need someone with a few rough edges to really get me going, you know? I just want to have him strapped to a wheel and quiz him." But who didn't have those urges? Edward thought about that handsome face twisted in pain, perhaps some despair, and - sure - it did something for him. Although there was also something to be said for him being so triumphantly smug. He was a handsome bastard, had to give him that. "Here's hoping he'll at least make a pretty corpse, no matter who gets to him."

Maybe it could be him, even if he didn't much feel like killing him off. He didn't see the point, he preferred for people to stay around so he could play for longer. "What I am concerned with is culling those wannabes." Because quite a few of them were starting to piss him off. "No artistry."