Met? I am not one to make lasting connections, Anders. As an assassin I come in, I do the job, I make myself a sweet dream for whomever would share my bed, I leave. That is what it ought to have been with Serena.

[ And yet- a complication. A beautiful complication.

A beautiful, cranky complication as Lucci tugs what he's grabbed of Anders' hair to his mouth to gum. ]

You are one up on me. Until him? I never had. My hands are better suited to murder and lovemaking, not the results of lovemaking.