"What is it, kid?" Phinks asked in a voice covered by a mouth full of food. "Is everything okay?  Are you okay? Just say where you're going, then we won't have to kill you." He didn't feel like interrupting his dinner.

"Normally, you're the most dedicated." Chrollo analyzed the reaction Feitan would give him. The man before him was acting like an admonished child and it disgusted him. Like he had been caught doing something naughty and didn't want to own up to  it.

Feitan's head went down and he rubbed the back of his neck. "I... stay in Meteor City." Chrollo was determined to wait him out but the excitable Phinks wouldn't shut up. 

"Where do you go when you leave?"  He asked, spewing food.

"To statues," Feitan said promptly. 

"The art center? With those statues about killing?" Chrollo said.  He hadn't thought of the man as an art connoisseur. At least of art that wasn't disturbingly graphic-- unlike the books that his torturer usually perused. Feitan kept his eyes on the fire and he was blushing hotly in the chilly hideout, glad for the darkness.

After a long pause, he gave it up. The troupe was more important. "There... girl."

"Girl?" Phinks and Chrollo both echoed in unison. 

"What girl?!" Phinks demanded.

"Girl who make statues, idiot!"

Phinks threw up his hands "So what? It's just more snatch. You only need to figure out if  you want to kill her, or fuck her, or what?!"

"I not know! Fuck her!" Feitan snarled, then cringed.  "No! No fuck. Not like that..." He buried his dark head in both hands. "Talk to. Kill and fuck not only options."

"You... are attracted this girl?" Chrollo asked carefully. The dark head nodded miserably. Chrollo sat in shock. The expression on his friend's face had stirred something inside of him.  The most capable and trustworthy spider he had ... had a crush. Phinks, however, was in his element now. He loved women and chased them  everywhere the Troupe went. Prostitutes who survived, knew him by name  and told others of him. Sometimes, they'd even try to hide from him,  although he always found them.

"Damn!  Is she sexy?  Does she have nice tits?" Machi rolled her eyes.She wanted to stay out of this conversation. "Does she know you wanna fuck her?"

"No, stupid!" Feitan said "I not like you. Like a dog humping leg!  I just talk. " The smaller man gestured in frustration. Why was there no one who spoke his language!? "All life ... every time find girl. I horny, she horny, we fuck, never even know her name. This girl not like that. Never speak to her... just leave gifts"

"So you're sure she doesn't know yet that you like her?" Chrollo asked. "If you're giving her gifts."

Feitan shook his head, a grim expression on his face. "And she never know."

"What?" Machi asked, a bit confused why the man didn't want her to know how he felt. Certainly, she would be at least flattered if an accomplished killer like Feitan showed interest in her.

But Feitan's fists clenched so tightly the knuckles showed white, "She never like me!"

"Why not?" Phinks inquired.

Feitan's voice was a steady rumble. "I kill. I steal. I torture. Could die  any time. No way I have  smart girl with pretty eyes and arty hands." His voice grew faint in  the emptiness of the big room. "No way I have someone want to see me. She artist. Not thief. I no ruin her."