[He's trying to be polite and understanding here! Really, he is! But god do responses like 'my odds are good' make it difficult. He can't quite help raising an eyebrow before pressing on.]

What was stopping you? [It can't be because she was underage. That never stops teenagers.

As for his turn- he retrieves his list, taking care not to smear it with blood as he glances over the contents.]

Mmm, nothing about me being a jerk on here! Guess that means I'm a delight. [As long as he isn't murdering, stealing souls, kidnapping, lying, cheating... so many options to choose from, and the ones he wouldn't mind having on display are much longer than he'd like. Whoever wrote this really should have been more concise.]

Lets go with... [Thinking, thinking, thinking.] Blasphemy. I really should have gotten around to finishing the bible. [He gives a little, dramatic sigh.] But over a thousand pages is an awful lot with that small, small text. I've read shorter trilogies.

[He sets the knife down to work open the front of his shirt. There's no way he's injuring his dominant arm, so chest it is. Hopefully that won't hurt too badly.]