"I'm not crazy. Just homicidal. Just because I killed some criminals doesn't mean I'm some nut case." He observes as you jot something on your notepad. His forehead creases. "what are you writing down?" He quickly glances at your legs as you cross them and then looks back up to meet your gaze. "if you've been talking with crazy people for a living then you should know that I'm different."

He gets more annoyed when you ask about his mental health. "I told you I'm not crazy."