The other man laughs and Xanxus sort of smiles more. He enjoys this sort of thing. This...friendship...or whatever it was, with Koumei. They guy seemed to understand where he was coming from and that was good. He liked being able to just act normally and not worry about anyone crying to the powers that be. He's trying to lay low.

"You'd leave behind the best corpse. I'd arrange you all pretty so that your tabloid pictures were beautiful. It's be a fucking work of art and then I'd be screwed because then I'd have to keep killing people to try and match that first pretty picture I made...and I never would because no one would ever look as good as you did."

He reaches to pour another drink as if it's totally normal to talk about becoming a serial killer.