[Harlan wrinkles his nose. Lying is usually much easier for him, but apparently he's relied too heavily on his magic as a crutch. Annoying.]

Is that what this thing's gonna do? Start lopping off fingers?

[That... actually sounds less than optimal. Pain doesn't bother him so much, but he likes having fingers.

One of the perks of this place, though, is that apparently murder is a common sin. He has peers now. That's exciting! He so rarely gets to talk shop.]

I kill people for fun. Tell me how many people you've killed and I'll share the rest.