He'd follow Darla anywhere – oh, but you're a pretty thing – even into a dark alley, even when he knew he shouldn't shut his eyes, even when he knew he should run like Hell.
He didn't think twice when she'd offered him the dark-haired gypsy girl, even when the lass' curses had rained down like a flood from Heaven itself. Curse me? Ah, but you're a stupid thing. Can't you see I'm already cursed?
He'd follow Darla anywhere, even into the worst mistake he could make. What kills you makes you stronger, not smarter.