I've been the object of it, certainly. Left a littered trail of broken hearts throughout the city I prowled throughout over the years. Short-lived fascinations, all of them.

[His tone is thoughtful. Arch. Lips twisted easily into a smile.

It isn't a lie if it's true, after all. One little sliver of an image pulled from a larger frame.]

You're not judging me for my escapades, are you?