There was a curl of lips that bared more of those sharp canines- and how sharp the rest of his teeth were with that, "Political egos eat up pretty little naïve American dreams." Of course he'd never been above using the charming American farm boy look and mannerisms he was raised in to. Use or be used in that game, and he kept the collar around his neck as loose as he could for as long as he could. Hell, didn't even dignify the last with a response.

There was black bleeding in to the whites of 76's eyes, like ink splashed in to water. The blue of irises bright against the red light of everything around them. Lines spiderwebbing from the corners of his eyes to skin slowly— "You've got other things to be concerned about." Things decidedly not some supposed corruption on 76's skin. Fingers growing more solidly black, the wisps expanding over flesh.

"You'd be surprised, Gabe."