You compare yourself to the devil and then say you care about someone. Other than yourself.

[Says the self-confessed cannibal, but hey. Hey. If Walter gives him a bit of rope, Will's not unfamiliar with how to make a proper noose. It's comfortable. Both wearing one and slipping one over someone else, and White just gave him a good length to do that with. Will knows men who put on devilry. He knows what they really care about. Certain pieces of them that are all the same, common threads weaving together those who consider themselves completely uncommon.]

What about that is supposed to read as anything other than you being a danger, Mister White? Or do you prefer Heisenberg?