Gideon

KEEPER OF LIES

William: Nickname?

 

Gideon: It’s not Lies.

 

William: Big surprise. Zodiac sign?

 

Gideon: Capricorn.

 

William: I’ll take that to mean you’re a Cancer like Torin. Choice of weapon?

 

Gideon: I hate every weapon I can get my hands on.

 

William: That’s not what I hear. Especially since your hands are still growing back.

 

Gideon: [middle finger]

 

William: Ah, so a few of your fingers have completely regenerated. Thanks for the visual. So, what are you looking for in a woman?

 

Gideon: Yeah, ’cause I’m all about permanent. I like ’em ugly, stupid and clingy.

 

William: Well, aren’t you the open-minded one?

 

Gideon: [middle finger]

 

William: You wish. Favorite food?

 

Gideon: Fish. Put a plate of sushi in front of me and watch me inhale.

 

William: Favorite outfit?

 

Gideon: A dress with ruffles and bows.

 

William: I’d love for you to show me.

 

Gideon: [middle finger]

 

William: Favorite moment in the series so far?

 

Gideon: Let’s see. Let me think. I loved the time I got my hands cut off. That was a real party in a box.

 

William: Is that why you’re so fond of showing me your middle finger?

 

Gideon: [both middle fingers]

 

William: Look at you! Both fingers grew back. Least favorite moment?

 

Gideon: The moment of my rescue. I wanted to stay strapped to that bed forever, being tortured by Hunters.

 

William: So you enjoy pain, like Reyes? Interesting. Hobbies?

 

Gideon: You are a darling man, you know that? As for your question, if I were to say sex, that would be a lie.

 

William: I’ll write down “knitting.” Household chores?

 

Gideon: I can’t wait until I’m assigned one.

 

William: Great. I’ll let Lucien know when we’re done here.

 

Gideon: Actually, I’ll be busy kissing you silly when we’re done.

 

William: I knew it! I knew you were lusting for me.

 

Gideon: I love you, man.

 

William: I know. Now. Least favorite household responsibility?

 

Gideon: I really hate disposing of my enemies.

 

William: Describe yourself.

 

Gideon: Ugly, stupid and clingy. Oh, and weak. Yeah, I’m a real pussy.

 

William: Sorry, but I have to call off our romance. I don’t date ugh-ohs. What do you think of the fact that your home has been invaded by women?

 

Gideon: I can’t stand looking at all that babe candy every day.

 

William: Who do you think is the smartest Lord?

 

Gideon: None of us. We’re all dumb as shit.

 

William: Well, we do agree on that.

 

Gideon: [middle finger]

 

William: If you knew you only had twenty-four hours before the Hunters found Pandora’s box and killed you, what would you do in the time you had left to live?

 

Gideon: Cry, and then go peacefully, without any protest.

 

William: What kind of underwear do you prefer?

 

Gideon: I really like it when Leftie and Rightie are bound real tight.

 

Final thoughts from William: Best interview yet. Gideon let me know on numerous occasions that he’s my number one fan.

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