[Ah, she gave herself away beautifully, handing him subjects which were important to her, little places of herself that he could exploit or even pick at if it suited him. Polarized subjects were excellent for that and few people saw the track until it was too late, but she was very lively when she decided to push back against what he was saying. His bait was taken hook, line and sinker.

However, he simply watched her and gave the illusion that he was seriously considering her words. He was giving her his time, his consideration, and allowing her to say exactly what she meant. It was the best underappreciated compliment that anyone could give another person. Everyone wanted to be heard after all, especially to voices locked up and silenced for inhumane projects.

She was good about backing herself into a small corner in the same breath though. He liked that.]

But who is a villain? No one goes about their lives thinking themselves at the villains of their own story. Why I knew a young women by reputation from Soviet Russia; she was considered a villain even after she defected. Was she? Or was she a product of unfortunate events which forced her hand into survival? I don't believe she considers the skills she has to use as villainous. Do you?

[He inclined his head towards her, watching for reaction and more to see what she had to say. Villains were those who everyone else painted, and yes, there was evil action in this world, but were the people behind them villainous?]

Do you consider yourself a threat to the well-being of others?