Kristin doesn't answer that, just lets her fingertips drift back over his scalp. Anything else would embarrass them both.

"Yeah. I do." They were both at Bancroft's little soiree, listening to a woman talk about cramming a man's consciousness into a snake. It's hard for her to imagine anyone looking at that kind of sociopathy and thinking yeah, that's redeemable. "Anything else I should know?"

She'll learn the depths of these fuckers' maladjusted bullshit later.