DRUSILLA
You're not cross with me, are you?
ANGELUS
Cross?
(grabs William's arm and holds it out into the ray of sunlight beaming through the closed curtains)
Do you have any idea what it's like having nothing but women as travel companions, night in and night out?
WILLIAM
(angrily yanks his sizzling hand away from Angelus)
Touch me again"”
ANGELUS
Don't mistake me. I do love the ladies. It's just lately... I've been wondering...
(holds his own fist in the beam of sunlight)
what it'd be like...
(watches his hand sizzle)
to share the slaughter of innocents... with another man.
(turns his hand over so the palm is in the light now; looks admiringly at it as it smokes)
Don't... don't think that makes me some kind of a deviant, hmm?
(pulls his hand back close to his face)
Do you?