He's been a gangster and a killer too long to have any right perspective on the matter. Watching someone die is a miserable experience. Killing someone that deserves it is a righteous thing.

He keeps his hands steady on her hips, still kissing behind her ear and down her neck a little. He murmurs soft reassurances and adulations in Romany against her skin.

"Even the most pampered cats would prefer to hunt." He's not normally one for his grandparents' proverbs, but it seems suiting for someone like Nina Zenik.