[You know all the times Solomon accidentally got horny over minuscule things that shouldn't have left such an impact? He's fairly certain Takasugi's sporting something vulgar as he regales him with those multiple choice options. He'd have quieted him with a finger if he didn't like the sound of it so much.
And then, plainly:]
Having done it is enough.
[Being rid of someone, he wanted to rework his own response. It's a release of sorts -- something he probably doesn't have to embellish on, though Takasugi may enjoy it.
Because he'd enjoy it...
And, while they're at a skeevy bar, he isn't drunk enough to talk at length about murder. Asinine, considering their company. Too embarrassed to elaborate, that sentiment isn't so prominent in reaching over, a hand splaying over the closest thigh as if to quell something in him, inside himself just the same.]
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And then, plainly:]
Having done it is enough.
[Being rid of someone, he wanted to rework his own response. It's a release of sorts -- something he probably doesn't have to embellish on, though Takasugi may enjoy it.
Because he'd enjoy it...
And, while they're at a skeevy bar, he isn't drunk enough to talk at length about murder. Asinine, considering their company. Too embarrassed to elaborate, that sentiment isn't so prominent in reaching over, a hand splaying over the closest thigh as if to quell something in him, inside himself just the same.]
Is that sufficient?