“Oh, English. Nice. Did you know it before or did you learn it through the pearls?”
“Answer me, please.”
“And so polite for a psychopath,” I mused. “You answer me first. I'm your guest after all."
He ignored my insult. Maybe he didn't find it insulting. Instead, he squinted at me. “I get nothing from you.”
I went still. “You get nothing from looking at me?”
He grunted.
“Interesting,” I said. “That explains the picture.”
“They tell me nothing too.” He straightened. “I know about the Fey and the Extinguishers and the Hunters and the magic. I know you travel with an Angel and a Devil.”
“Demon,” I corrected.
He grunted again. “King of Hell. That makes him a Devil.”
“It might make himtheDevil if—” I cut myself off. “Oh, that was smooth. You almost got me talking. Nicely done.”
“Iwillget you talking.” He went to a table next to me and looked over a selection of knives, vials, and tools I didn't recognize.
I snorted. “I've given birth. Recently. Pain doesn't scare me.”
He looked back at me. Narrowed his eyes. All of a sudden, he bowed. “I am Lee Dae-hyun.”
I frowned at him. “Are you trying to get me to introduce myself?”
Lee Dae-hyun (we weren't on casual terms yet) scowled at me. “So rude. You must be an American.”
I chuckled. “Are you saying Koreans are so polite that even in a situation like this, when you don't want your enemy to know who you are, you'd give up your name just because they introduced themselves?”
Lee Dae-hyun considered this. “Perhaps not.”
“Ya think?” I laughed.
“Why aren't you scared? The last woman I took cried.”
I laughed harder.
He slammed his hand down on the table, shaking all his stuff.
I kept laughing.
Lee Dae-hyun grabbed a scalpel and plunged it into my thigh.
I stopped laughing. I didn't scream though. Points for me. Granted, I was prepared for something like that. “Rude, dude,” I said. “Where did all your Korean manners go?”
Lee Dae-hyun yanked the scalpel out. Blood gushed. He went into action immediately, grabbing vials to collect my blood, setting them in holders, then dressing my wound. Of course, by the time he cleaned it and got it bandaged, cutting open my pants to do so, it was already healing. But he didn't notice.
“I wonder what my blood will tell you?” I mused. “I don't think anyone has ever studied it.”
“It will tell me more than looking at you does,” Lee Dae-hyun said as he prepared glass slides, sandwiching drops of my blood between them.
“So, I've heard you're mean to the ladies,” I drawled. “What exactly do you do with them?” I leaned over. “You can tell me. Is it to be torture? Cutting me up? Rape? Rapewhilecutting me up? What's the plan, Lee Dae-hyun?”
He looked up from his work. “I'm not interested in anything like that anymore.”
