"No, fun is objective. I know psychopaths who think cutting off people's faces is fun. And you- a murderer are entitled to your opinion. That said, you're not the type of person I'd want as a friend, or enemy." He had finished his plate of nachos by now, electing to crumpling up the paper and throwing it in the bin rather than move from his seat. There was about half a glass left of milk on the counter. "Mostly because you kill people."