"Women. I want a woman." He felt like hurting tonight and nothing brought out his anger and hate like women. He didn't have a high opinion of them. Not at all. If anything, he had an active dislike that crossed that line into misogyny. He gestured to one and then turned to Victor with a dark smirk. "I want to play with that one. She's pretty."

Looked a bit like his mom but he kept that one to himself, his eyes already alight with joy. "She is going to be a delightful piece of art."