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El. In the bar. Coffee.

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[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

"Only if you eat it."

He strokes the creature's head.

"Toxins in the liver."

[songofbullets.livejournal.com]

El nods, "I am not fond of liver. Too salty."

[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

"Then?"

He sets his hand on the bar, and lets the lizard scuttle along to where El is sitting.

[songofbullets.livejournal.com]

"I kill bad people."

El nods and offers out his hand to the lizard.

[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

"What makes you the person to say who's right?"

The lizard skitters up his hand and starts climbing his arm.

[songofbullets.livejournal.com]

El watches it and then his eyes go back to Dworkin.

"I only kill men who have killed many before. Men of the Cartels."

[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

"You'd best not meet Random's sweetheart, then."

Amberites plus vengeance equals so not good.

"Why do you kill the men of the cartel?"

[songofbullets.livejournal.com]

"Because," El says. "I am not a good man."

His tone is dry.

[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

"Do you need me to point out the flaw in that to you? Or have you guessed it for yourself?"

Just sayin'

[songofbullets.livejournal.com]

El shakes his head and rises. "Thank you for the gift. What does it need to eat?"

[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

"Meat, cooked or raw. Small chunks, the half the size of a fingernail. If there's none let it loose and it will get crickets or flies for itself."

[songofbullets.livejournal.com]

"Thank you."

El heads towards the door.