Twirling a pen around in her left hand, Eliza couldn't help but smirk as she stared out of her livingroom window at the world beneath her. SHe couldn't help but find them all completely ridiculous. Running around, doing ordinary things in their ordinary little lives. It was so funny… so cute… so adorable. They just did what they thought they had to and went on with life… SO adorable. Bringing the pen up to her lips, she bit down on the top of the pen as she watched a blonde-haired man rush by the gate of her house and head down to the nearest bus stop. He'd dropped a sheet of a paper right outside of her gate, that stupid man. His scraps of pointless rubbish was lodged within the metal of her precious gate. Grumbling, she pulled the pen from her mouth and spat out the small shards of plastic that had come apart between her teeth.

"… are you even listening to me?"

Eliza turned around slowly, staring at the person who was sat in her living room with a mix of confusion and anger before her eyes softened. "Oh… sorry. Da—Dazed off… Yes. You were saying that your husband is cheating on you, that you know the woman that he is doing so with and you want me to get rid of her for you." Eliza quickly rattled off, rolling her eyes as she tapped the pen against the window sill behind her. "I can't do it. So-rry." She smiled, ending on a very sarcastic sing-song apology before waving her hand in the woman's direction. Dismissal. She didn't need these stupid people wasting her time.

"But— but you haven't—-"

"Firstly - the woman you want me to kill has been having sex with your husband as often as I have. If I killed her, it would be a waste of bullets and a waste of my time because you'll still have an unfaithful husband and a whore that he's seeing on the side." Eliza stated simply, cutting the protesting middle-aged woman off before she had properly begun to speak in protest. "Secondly - if I were to help you in getting rid of said whore, I'd have to kill your brother and I have a feeling you wouldn't want that to happen due to your lovely relationship with him." She smiled once more, another sarcastic smile and another sarcastic apology. "So-rry, but you are wasting my time. Goodbye." She didn't care about the woman and her brother, nor the husband or the very sexy thing that she'd thought that he'd been cheating with. In all honesty, the husband and brother had already been assassinated, the sexy thing had been contacted and sent to Eliza's 'hideout' in the east of town, and the woman was going to die soon anyway. She was diagnosed with cancer so killing her wasn't much of a problem, Eliza just had to slip the right doctor the right amount of money and he'd continue on from there.

Watching the woman leave in a shocked and a disgusted huff, Eliza followed her through the hallway and waited until the front door shut before raising her middle finger with a look of complete anger. Everyone was so boring. Knowing everyone's business made her business no fun. There was no shock. No surprise. No thrill to the kill. It was just too…. simple. Too ordinary.

Jumping as a knock on the door sounded, Eliza stared at the shadow for a moment before storming over and wrenching it open. She'd just sent the woman away! Her nose wriggled with irritation, rising a hand to pinch the bridge of her nose as she swung the door open and held onto it so hard that she was sure her knuckles were already white. "Listen to me, you old ha-a—- you aren't Miss Ludgard." She frowned, eyes scanning this person before her as she let her grip on the door loosen. She stopped scanning and finally her gaze rested on the bright blue orbs that stared back at her.

"Well noted." The blue-eyed man said simply… dryly. Looking her up and down, he smiled a little smugly as he gazed over her attire. "Nice coat. May I come in? Your next client won't be arriving for another half an hour and I've already freed Miss Pender from your apartment block on the east side so you can't tell me you're busy." He hadn't even waited for an answer, brushing past Eliza and entering her house without a seconds thought, speaking all the while. Eliza slowly closed the door, her eyes on this bizarre man as she twisted the lock and removed the key. Biting back the want to snap at this person, She took in a deep breath before speaking. "I would love to know how you know my schedule and how you know the whereabouts of my apartments—"

"So I was right. Thank you." He smirked, flipping his phone over in his hand and clicking a few buttons before slipping it back into his pocket. "The car was last seen heading through the town centre so I guessed the direction, thank you for being ridiculously easy to fool."

Eliza growled slightly, watching the man react as his phone beeped annoyingly before placing it back into his pocket with a small chuckle. "It is taking all of my will power to not slice your head from your shoulders right now." She snarled through gritted teeth. All she wanted to do right now was taking clumps of this smarmy bastard's black hair and rip them from his scalp. He was irritating and not in the usual way, this was a different irritation. This was almost… enjoyable.

"Well, you probably shouldn't be holding back. In a few minutes, the police will be ransacking your apartments, taking back your hostage and placing papers on a double homicide."

"… Triple. It should be triple." Eliza corrected, taking another deep breath as she tried to keep her mind straight and calm. "Though, the possibility of a fourth is very high."

"Oh you are funny." The man laughed. His laughter sounded so refined, so charming… and yet, here it was… being used to mock her. It made her blood boil. Eliza's eye twitched slightly as they finally stopped walking and reached the living room. The man had already strolled over to her fireplace and begun to examine her skull, something that confused her slightly. People usually got freaked out by her skull, they didn't stand there and look at it like it was some amazing art piece. "You say I'm funny and yet you're the one admiring my skull." Eliza moved over to her seat by the fireplace and sat down, staring up at the man as he turned his eyes to focus on her. Moving a hand out, Eliza motioned to the seat across from her own. "You can sit down."

The man did as he was told, his eyes still fixed on her as he sunk into the chair. Knitting his fingers together, he stared at her over them and smiled once more. "Your skull reminds me a lot of my own. Except, I have mine on the other side of the mantelpiece." He told her, his tone of voice had changed slightly from what it had been before. It had previously been critical, almost as if he was looking down on her but now, now he was speaking to her like one would speak to a friend. It was… weird, but interesting.

"Mine is called Jeffrey."

"I never thought to name mine. I probably should." He mused, moving his hands down to rest on his folded legs. Eliza found his eyes piercing, like he was staring into her soul and trying to figure her out. It was so very… interesting.

"So… the police. Are they really coming here to arrest me?" Eliza asked.

"I never said they were, did I? All I said was that they were writing papers about the double homicide that took place." His smile made her stomach feel uneasy, she didn't know why. There was something about this man that made her feel so ill at ease. "Are you admitting to having a hand in those murders?"

Eliza couldn't help but smile herself. "How could I have? I've been here with my clients all morning. My last client, however, informed me of another death… which makes it a triple." She told him with a grin. "I assumed, if you have close ties to the police, that you would file a report against me. I mean, I did just threaten to make the police report that bit more lengthy by killing you. Though, a simple threat, nothing more."

"That's a shame." He sighed, feigning disappointment. "I always love a good old attempt on my life. Makes lunch that much more appetising when you've just been shot at, you know?"

Eliza chuckled, shaking her head in complete and utter shock. This man was bizarre. She liked him…