[There is no hiding blood, no. Ordinarily Roderick might be pleased. Hannibal's brand of polite savagery interests him. But now . . .]

[Now, with the way he is being looked at - the way Ryan Hardy looked at him, all mad calculation and judgment - now he doesn't like it even a bit. He shifts the weight of the gun in his hand. If the safety hadn't already been off, he'd be clicking it off now.]

I am. So are you, after a fashion.

Didn't think you were likely to be caught up in the crossfire like this. I sort of thought you'd be above it all, truth be told.

[He's almost disappointed.]