...no. We don't laugh about this part. Keep your women away. They'll be in close quarters of him.

( And a thin smile, lost somewhere between amusement, horror and cutting impatience. Weaponised. )

You know whom I'm speaking of. And if you don't, you can guess. ( This time, he's rushing to his feet, gathering his bearings. Seemingly intent to exorcise himself out of the premises, before he speaks too soon and out of turn. )

His thoughts never strayed from her, even after she... mysteriously vanished. ( His voice lightens on the word, to a point of parody. ) And they share too much of her likeness.