"Ah yes ... the spree killers." Hannibal said thoughtfully, something flashing crimson in his gaze, before he gave Huaisang one of his best concerned looks. "Darling boy - you should not be playing with types like that. If you ever come across them on the street, make sure you call one of your protectors. They are the kind that hold ... grudges."

A slow nod, and he memorized those two names as well. "How could you ever think you could not be loved? You, who is so faultlessly alluring?"