“No, see, you’re doing it wrong. You don’t admit you kill people if you want to make me like you.” Ricky frowned. “Honesty’s the best policy, that’s what they say, right? Read that somewhere.” He reached for the mince and she didn’t stop him. “The thing is,” he said, tapping the table, “The thing is, if I lied to you, said it was all herblore and starlight and all that airy-fairy crap, you’d find out eventually. I could spend my time tip-toeing around cleaning up the corpses and pretending to be vegan, but to tell the truth, love, I really can’t be arsed. It’s a lot easier for me if we all
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