You are already a contradiction, Mr. Kavinsky. [Chilton had insisted on addressing him in such a manner -- it was dignified, poised. Mister Kavinsky, as if to instill an upper crust enamel. One could be vulgar and elegant simultaneously; it was every Roguish Gentleman type of trope.] Might as well be a seductive one.

[Might as well make the people want your knife's edge. It was a dark, wry, angry allure he instilled, and he did it blithely. Hannibal Lecter had hunted people beneath the guise of amicability. Chilton would ensure that Kavinsky's theme was more honest.

Midnight amber honey trap.]

Have you been thinking about your friends? Your companions?

[Chilton hadn't disallowed visitors. He wanted Kavinsky to lick at those breezes of freedom, wafting in and out as they please.]