“I’m not squeamish!!” protests Camillo, who thinks maybe it’s okay to be squeamish about murder. 

“If you want her to die a noble, honorable death, you’re going to have a very long wait, my friend.”

“I said I wasn’t squeamish! The whole murder thing was my idea in the first place!”

Why is he arguing this. 

“Of course. But using her trust in that way, looking her in the eye — that feels beyond the pale, to you.”

What is this?? What are they?? Are they plotting a murder or are they flirting slash bullying??

"Literally all I said was 'I guess.'"

“All I need to know is that you can follow through. Otherwise this ends poorly for both of us.”

Mostly for Anatole, really. "I am aware."

He laughs, nods.

“…I can take you back any time you like.”

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

ACT CASUAL ACT CASUAL

"I'm not in a hurry."

He nods.

“…Have you ever done this before?”

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS CONVERSATION

"I'm a murder virgin."

WHAT. WHY DID HE SAY THAT

He laughs. Just one “ha”.

“Not killing, though. Just murder.”

"Oh, yeah, I mean. That's different."

STOP TRYING TO IMPRESS THE SCARY MURDER BOY

“…what is it like? To kill someone when it’s — permitted?”

HOW DO YOU DO MURDER DIRTY TALK

"...intense. Exhilarating. Makes you feel on top of the world."

AT LEAST THAT'S WHAT IT FEELS LIKE WHEN HE BEATS CATO AT SUPER SMASH BROTHERS

“It must.”

He brushes his hair out of his face.

“I wouldn’t last a minute. But I’ve always wondered.”

GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER, CAMILLO, HE MEANS HE'D DIE QUICKLY

"What does it feel like when it's ... not?"

BAD QUESTION BAD QUESTION

“…They say that stolen food tastes better, but I wouldn’t know.”

He leans back against the stone behind him and thinks about it.

"Never gotten a meal honestly?"

WAS THAT A NORMAL THING TO SAY? HE HOPES SO

“You’re just jealous that I eat better than you.”

He twirls a lock of hair idly around his fingertip.

"Actually I had leftovers this morning and they were fantastic."

STOP. NO. THAT'S NOT THE DIRECTION THIS CONVERSATION WAS GOING

Is that a genuine laugh? It might be.

WHAT THAT'S REALLY CUTE HE'S GOING TO DIE

HOW DO YOU TALK TO BOYS

"I ... uh ... I like your dagger. That was cool. How you had a dagger."

He lights up, and crosses the circle to come sit directly next to Camillo, retrieving the dagger to show him the handle.

“It’s from home.”

There’s an elaborate etching of a unicorn in the silver, carefully kept clean of tarnish, worn down by age.

"--oh. May I?"

He traces the unicorn with his fingertips.

"It's beautiful."