It seems to me your conscience has killed more people than I have.
”Flattery to appease a malignant narcissist. That’s a frivolous tactic.”
Kiss me. Kill me. Do something.
“I’m coming for you.”
“Not if I come for you first…”
Alice kills people the way you or I might hit a wasp with a newspaper. It’s something which is troublesome to her, and which is a bother, and which is in some way going to cause her some degree of inconvenience. Alice isn’t evil, she just doesn’t care.