Mr Doldrum

   Have you ever killed a man, Mr. Doldrum? Have you ever looked into someone's eyes as they begged you for mercy, shot them as they pleaded to you?
   I didn't think so. You don't have the look about you. Someone's who's stared Death in the face, they get a certain... edge. A sharpness around their eyes.
   It's an incredible thing, Mr. Doldrum, really it is, to hold someone as their lifeblood bleeds out. It's richer in colour, lifeblood. Like it really contains their soul, giving it this beautiful crimson gleam. But that's not to say that Death is beautiful, oh no. It's generally fairly messy and violent in my line of work. But, it is my job, and it does pay well.
   Never thought I'd be a hitman, back in elementary. Always thought I'd be a fireman, But, hey, things change, right?
   You know, Frank - can I call you Frank? I feel like we've gotten close enough so as I can call you Frank - I think I like you. It's gonna be a shame to top you off. Still, you know it'll be quick and painless, which is something you couldn't have been promised by anyone else.
   Well, Mr. Doldrum, it's been a pleasure.

Pretty sure death by monologue is neither quick nor painless, but I can't imagine Frank's going to point this out. I kinda picture him frozen in terror at the start, and the longer it goes on the more he's like "...what?"