Kristoffen's beverage is tiger blood, in case you were wondering

"And I suppose this is the part where you tell me your horrible tragic past and all the horrible tragic things you did and how horrible and tragic you were." She said all this like she'd heard people tell her horrible tragic things thousands of times before to the point that by now it really was negligable to her. Kristoffen bit savagely into her taco, juice spurting out so slightly that it only left a brief mist in the air that immediately faded.
"I...well. You sound like you've heard it all before." Kristoffen shrugged, chewing her huge mouthful with a brutality that matched the attitude of a gladiator tackling a tiger. She swallowed and then drew mightily on the straw of her beverage.
"I really have. I seem to have a knack for attracting tragic people. And a lot of them turn out to be horrible. And then some of them talk about killing themselves, but it's really all for show, and they don't, and well now you know that one's just another attention whore, and meanwhile the ones you thought were sane go and hang themselves with a coat hanger and some twisty-ties and the phrase life's a bitch shows up to slap you in the face again. I've found it's really much easier just to not care at all." Kristoffen plucked at her teeth with her tongue, found something, and immediately clamped it into submission between her teeth.
"You'll likely be dead in a week anyway."
"Oh." Ephthae had the feeling he should apologize in a show of sympathy for all her hard times, but he also had the feeling Kristoffen didn't care for shows of sympathy. "So you really don't care?"
"Well. I suppose I'd care if you were a serial killer or something. But if you were they'd've told me when they offered me the job with you."
"I see. ...What did they tell you?"
"You're intelligent. A strategist. Good with people. Basically you can do everything I hate doing, which makes everything significantly easier and more convenient for me. Hence, here we are."
"I see."
"You need to stop saying that."
"Saying what?"
"'I see.' All bloody well intellectual. It pisses me off."
"...I'm sorry?"
"So stop it."
"I can't really help it. It's just something I say--"
"Will me rearranging your jaw on the other side of your skull help it?"
He hesitated, then decided not to be intimidated.
"Well, yes, because then I couldn't talk anymore at all. Lot of benefit my being good with people would be then, hmm?"
Kristoffen bit off more taco and chewed, looking at him thoughtfully. She swallowed.
"Cheeky bastard."
Ephthae realized he was grinning, and Kristoffen was grinning back.
The moment passed, and they broke off gazes, staring back into the night ahead of them.
"But really, don't fucking say it anymore or I willsohelpmeGod put your jaw on the other side of your head."
Ephthae sighed.