There was only pleasure in watching her work out, mostly because he liked the idea that she could consider violence against him and use a little, but he had ways of making her regret the decision. He liked to see her try all the same, and he hummed in appreciation as he approached. She had a nice body, made even better with the light sheen of sweat from working out and the way that she hammered on the equipment like it had personally offended her in some way. That was his girl... never too far from violence.

The other clones weren't nearly as interesting as she was. They were either insane or eccentric. She was just the right mix for his tastes.

"Well, the imagines I felt come my way certainly weren't the kind that just sort of accidentally pop up," he said with an arrogant tone. "It's fine, just watching you working out is entertainment enough. Don't stop on my account."