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Nothing's as good as the knife.

Nothing? *tosses a little glass vial up in the air and catches it* Nothing at all?

*doesn't say anything at first, but her eyes follow the vial* There's something that can make the pain feel so good.

I'm guessing you don't mean my charming company?

There's one thing I want just a little more than that.

You know me, always happy to give you what you need.

And you know me, always ready to pay.

...What knife are you talking about?

The best kind of surgery there is.