“I do not shoot things for my own pleasure,” he had argued indignantly. “I only collect specimens for the purposes of scientific study.” “That must be some consolation to the corpses,” I returned sweetly. “You do not hold the moral high ground there, my little assassin. I have watched you kill butterflies by the hundreds with just a pinch of your fingers.” “Well, I could pin them first, but I am not an enthusiast of torture.” “You might have fooled me,” he muttered.
These two are killing me.
Plus, my little assassin? Id take that over babe or sweetheart or any other pet name any day of the week
