He frowns as he settles back on his knees, sitting on her thighs. The idea of cannibalism that was just discussed throwing him off even more cocking his head to the side. He's turning over more things in his brain, trying to unlock things that may stay there. He might not get anymore of this, but it's a win to at least remember any of that night together. It seems like it was important.

"Is it bad that I find it kind of attractive?" he asks curiously, it's not about what was going on at the club, but her viciousness that he's referring to.

"You giving men what they deserve, making them pay for their crimes, I mean?" It's a half question, half statement that he sounds confused about even as he asks it. He reaches out both hands to run down her upper arms stroking them affectionately though, trying to reassure himself and ground him while he does so.