“Geheh, better look out, I’m a real sweet talker when I wanna be!”
His laugh sounds pretty delightfully amused at the idea he can flatter anyone. He’s just so smooth and suave, after all.
“I mean…? ‘re they wrong? Geheh! Nah, bet anything gets ‘nnoying once yer hearin’ it over ‘n over, get’s t’ be chanting, that’s gotta be creepy no matter what.”
“Hey, hey, ‘m curious— cause I get all my intel from crooked sources ‘nd hearsay— did ya kill ‘im like… black widow style? Y’know.”
He makes a hand motion like smoking and tapping the cigarette as if that makes it clearer or perhaps a little gayer. He is obviously broadly approving of the concept from the way he asks.
