"Never conceal my reasons; purpose obvious, well known. Remove filth and decay from streets to keep city from choking on it. Deception and concealment unnecessary. Your turn." He glared accusingly as he demanded an answer, fully expecting recognition to dawn, the polluted to flee in the face of understanding. It was how it always went, and given the uneventful turn of recent evenings his veins were all but itching for retribution, he wasn't particular as to what for.