They do sit, retrieving their book with no sudden motions, and stowing it away. For awhile they study their conversation partner, that same look in their eyes as when they were circling her. It is an odd clash with the perpetual slasher smile on that small face.

"It would be very ignorant of me to ask you what you hope to gain or accomplish. The purity of your intent is to kill; it is motivation, reward, and justification in itself, I think. Nor would it matter that such energy and force of will could accomplish other things - if that was your desire, I have no doubt you would be doing those things. And yet...I can't help but wonder. You are not a beast of instinct alone. Are you?"