"...I know, love. I. I know." Another kiss, pressed to Daisy's hair, a squeeze in the hug. "...I'm not gonna try to say it in words. Ask me, sometime, to dress up for you as Liz Malloy, and you'll get it. I know. It feels good, taking advantage of people. Safe. Powerful. Like they're so stupid and you're too smart to ever be hurt."