“Let me guess. I could rip apart a dozen orphans with my bare hands, and you wouldn’t think any less of me. Something like that?” I smirk. “You could drink their blood, too. I wouldn’t care. I’d still love you, even if I might sleep with one eye open after that.” “What if I made a herd of goats attack a blind beggar?” I shrug. “At least he wouldn’t see them coming.” She snickers. “Awful.”
