"It is a shame you did not manage to kill him. It seems like something that would make everyone's lives much easier." Siffleur was only around him for a short while, but he seemed like someone who enjoyed making everyone's lives worse but also did not seem like someone who truly had fun with anything. Which was really the worst crime in his book. You should always have fun when you're doing something like that.

As for the leather, his eyes glance down to his leather pants and then up again. "Everyone with a sensitive nose can smell how hot you get in those. But it's not a bad smell on you, Crichton."

Listen, you can get him to have a pleasant conversation, but you're never truly going to get him to stop flirting in a menacing way - especially when it winds Crichton up.

But now he's finding out more information. At least it's by choice this time. He sighs. "I am sorry that he died that way. It seems uncomfortable to have someone die on behalf of you, especially when they are a semi-stranger."