Lionel watched Molokov work with bored interest, though his smirk was like the lion who got the gazelle. He moved a few feet away so he could sit on an outcropping of rock to watch the proceedings with his arms casually crossed over his chest.

Not even flinching at the crack of bone, Lionel nodded to the damaged finger. "You mentioned he was married. I wonder, where is the ring? Or does he hide the fact to lure people into his bed..." He trailed off, his implication clear.