"Heterochromia" She pronounces the word rather slowly. " I tend to act like a crazed serial killer, in order to make people fear me. That might be the very reasonm why they find my eyes scary.... Not to mention, my reactions are widely affected by the personality of the person I am talking to" From the wolfish grin on her face, he can tell that she enjoys the conversation.
" It's a pity. I wanted to have a taste of your writing style. Those sims would've been perfect for that. I'm sure I'd get more informations from a single sim, than by just talking with you." She puts her hand on the pistol, and spins it on the table, with a gentle push. " Maybe I should've just interrogated you. Some people speak a lot when a gun is pointed to their heads." She teases him, but in the same cold tone, so he would take it seriously.
"Tsk. My story might not be as dramatic as it sounds... or is it?" she shrugs. " Actually, since many years have passed, my memories got all mixed up. Though there are some iimages that one cannot forget"
"Anyways, making sims sounds to be an interesting hobby. The only thing I do for fun, appart from torturing people, is dancing, Can you dance?"