Alec had almost considered listening to the Lieutenant's advice and going to bed, but the man's second question stopped him. He glanced up at Milo, the fire flickering beside him. He seemed surrounded by the flames, a shadow, scarcely even human. His fingers stopped drumming against the chair and a smile, slightly wide than a smirk, covered his face. He chuckled slightly before replying. "Honestly lieutenant, I lost count several years ago. Hundreds, thousands perhaps? Knights and peasants, princesses and whores. They all die the same." The man's voice was now heightened, as if merely the talk of killing excited him. His eyes came to life much more than before. There was a spark of madness behind them.