“I have no idea what you’re talking about there Agent Smith.”
“Only that with each day, more and more of you vanishes. The woman dies, rotting in you every day. I’d like to get to know the new tenant of this body before she officially takes over.” As usual with Blank, he could have been joking or writhing in sadistic glee as he said that. “Or do you think you’re just so perfect?”
“I never said I was, dude. Also… how did you know where I was?” You stalkin’ me?“