Dex felt it was a damn shame Ava had no idea how to respond to someone thinking she was attractive. "The more I hear about these fuckers, the more I want to use them for target practice. You deserve to feel good about yourself and the way you look." Because Ava was a very attractive woman and it was sad she couldn't even understand that about herself. "Cute is a compliment from me because it means you have this..." He struggled for a moment to find the right words, given he still had to be completely honest. "...this charm about you. It's not exactly innocence, you've seen and done too much for that, but there's this quality you have that I really like. And that's what makes you cute."

Dex chuckled briefly for a moment when Ava asked if he'd been trying to mask as normal person around her. "Considering the first time we met you told me you wanted to gouge my eyes out, I definitely didn't feel the need to put forth the effort and try to pretend to be normal around you." He paused for a moment. "You can just put that in the sink," he told her when she held up the stained towel she was holding.

"No. The kind of thing that's wrong with me can't be fixed by putting an electric current through my brain." He ran a hand down his face when Ava asked if whoever he'd killed had deserved it, even when he'd been so young. "...Yeah, he did." At least in Dex's warped mind he had, given the sense of betrayal and anger he'd felt as a child when his coach had done nothing more than told him the hard, honest truth.