You're a journalist. The company you worked for asked if you could interview a man who was convicted of horrendous crimes. You couldn't really deny because you were new and didn't want to get on anyone's bad side, so you just agreed. Days later, you're at a maximum security prison sitting across from one of the most dangerous men in the country. You prepared your paper and pen, and started with the first question. "Forensics say that you used the strangulation method on all your victims," You said, "Why?" He shrugged, "I like using my hands..." "Have you ever used any weapons?" He shook his head, "Nope, I prefer my hands." While you're writing down his answers, you paused when you suddenly realised something. The shirt you were wearing exposed your neck and collarbone. And the killer was staring. He had a smile on his lips, perhaps fantasising. "Don't worry," He said, "I won't wrap my hands around your neck." He tilted his head a little and maintained eye contact with you, "Not unless I have your consent." "You do." You thought. You stood up, ending the interview entirely, "I'd never, ever allow you to touch me with those hands!"