“I can hear your heartrate, you know. You can keep your face perfectly still, but can’t stop your heart pounding along like that - and I know it’s not from fear. I'd be able to smell it. It’s anger. Exactly the same as the last time we met. I asked the others afterwards, and none of them picked up on it. All they got was a constant sense of disdain, like you barely thought they were worth looking at. Actually, you didn’t look at them. You couldn’t take your eyes off me.” The BoysOmnibus Author:Garth Ennis