Benny liked whacking people. Crude, straight-forward, and brutal - that was usually his style. With a brick or a steel pipe, a tyre iron or just his hands. Maybe a gun, if he could get his hands on one. He played all of those scenarios through in his head with the smug bastard in the magenta suit, like a motion picture. It wouldn't be the first guy he had whacked in a dark alley over an earlier insult or just the content of his wallet, but somehow he could imagine he would enjoy this one especially.

But he let Luciano lead him away regardless, shooting Edgeworth a smile over his shoulder. "Enjoy your evening, sir."

To Luciano, he muttered back, "I'd love to fucking see that." And with another glance back, he added in Yiddish under his breath, "You really already done with him?"