*Lecter nods once and strikes a cigarette*
Lecter: It won't be easy, I just don't care to stroke a Devil's ego. Especially not that old bastard's. There might even be parts where death seems like a preferable end.

*Finnick shrugs*
Finnick: Just a distraction? Pff, I can do that piss drunk. Druffalo herd, dragonling in the cellar, chlorine gas in the chimney, name it and I've probably done it.