"Well, well!" he said, clearly enjoying the game. "You have quite the temper, don't you?"

I just glared at him. "It's been a while since I've killed anyone for sport, but I'm willing to make an exception." I reached for him again, but he held up his hands.

"Okay, Mr. Steel," he conceded, "sit down and I shall answer all of your questions."

"Pray you do not bore me," I said, falling back into my old vernacular. "Make it quick." Then, I leaned in close. "If you ...