[ It was an admittance. Up until this point, her drink had been the hour glass counting down the time she was giving him to give her something useful, interesting. And there it was. Raina set her glass down on the table and looked at Chilton as though he was the only one in the world. And at the moment, he was.

Raina's hand snaked out, reaching forward to cover his -- her thumb sliding over the band of his golden, alma mater ring. She smiled her agreement in the beauty of his statement, her approval. ]

I knew there was something about you. To invest so much of yourself into your craft and rise to the top -- the danger must give you a thrill. Not many would have the stomach to put themselves in your position. Not many could appreciate the minds of those who hurt others simply for the pleasure of doing so.

[ She lifted his hand and held it between both of her own, never breaking eye contact. ]

Beauty is highly subjective, you said. If I casually told you I killed many just to see how the human body could withstand certain conditions -- would you still find me beautiful or would you think I'm a monster? Or are the two interchangeable in your mind?