Understandable. Always protecting those that can't do it themselves, huh?
Hope the children here got better lives than that.

[Yeah, that sounds very familiar. Moran's thoughts go back to the literal hunt that Lord Baskerville had hosted on his estate, hunting and torturing those poor children in all kinds of gruesome ways, along with a bunch of other perverted nobles.
Yeah, it would be a lie if he said he didn't enjoy killing those damn bastards.]

Yeah, it's fine. I'm sure I'll get them from somewhere. Worst case, I bet someone's selling them, don't you think?

[Another sip of whiskey, and even though the rum is still coursing through his veins, he very much prefers the biting taste of this amber liquid.]