Rose blinked. Ethical questions were...not her cup of tea. Ethics in general, really. But she [i]was[/i] familiar with poor, drunken sods pouring their hearts onto her bartop. She crossed her legs a little higher and fixed him with a charming, if empty, smile. 

"Sugar, I think anyone can be a good man," she said easily. "Even one who's...experienced in such matters." Killing was a hard line to cross, but...meh. "My favorite phrase, darlin'," she added, quirking a brow. "[i]'Needs must.'[/i]"