"God, you're evil," Eli breathed, staring at Radley. The world around them was death and destruction, pure and utter chaos. "It's hot." Radley chuckled. "I'm glad you appreciate my talents." "Hey, how about a little less time spent on flirting and a little more time spent on killing?" James asked. "You always gotta rain on the parade, don't you, Jimmy?" Radley huffed.