The corner of Scar's lips rose, but there was no humor in it—only irritation barely held back. "Don't be so arrogant. It's not books you're selling to us," he said, voice sharp enough to cut through the gathered crowd. "What you're selling is merely the probability of killing the Boss."
Dmitri stepped forward with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. His tone was calm, but the malice hiding beneath it was obvious to anyone paying attention. "That's right. At least be reasonable and sell it at a fair price."
Beatrix clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes so hard it was a miracle they stayed in her skull. "Who cares about those stupid amulets anyway? I say we just kill them!"
