[ Geez, Elleru, don't make him think about whether he's a bad person. That way lies depression! For now, he only hesitates briefly before waving the thought aside. ]

... Essentially. In later years it got to be sort of a stock character, the cigar-chomping thug in an ill-fitting pinstripe suit. And even that's dated, in my time. [ He shrugs. ] I suppose I just was trying to say "I don't care for pinstripes," in the most roundabout way possible.