His forehead creases and then clears. “Oh, I see. This is nervous laughter. Your body’s using this as a defense mechanism to avoid panic.” The laughing stops. The fear returns – twice as potent as before. It might as well be leaking out of my pores. I’m going to die. I am not going to survive the night. I force myself to look him in the eye. “Are you going to kill me, Adrian?”
It's almost comical how good he's at coming up with this shit
