"It wasn't for her that I wanted it. I wanted to see if my influence could grow further and last longer."

He huffs over his drink as he brings it back to his mouth. Kilgrave would never admit to love or something as stupid as that. He could inspire love with a few words, could make anyone love him.

"I can get any woman I want. What's one man or woman among all of those in the world?"

Those words are as casually said as John puts out his cigarette. A hiss like an angry dragon and nothing more. Out and done.

"I've never killed anyone. But no, you didn't. What exactly is it that you do other than turn people who could hurt you onto you?"

There's a small attraction there, better than roaming the world and watching out for Jessica or one of her people. She wouldn't, he was sure, but in the late night when paranoia set in, who knew?

Staring morosely into his glass, Kilgrave is uncharacteristically silent. John has made him realize more than anyone that she was a dividing line in his life. Before, he could have kept moving, never been heard of. After, there is always that chance that he might be found out. Be captured. Or worse.

"What is it that you do then?"