...way out on the corner of fucked up and evil...

I love Tony Dracon. I can't help it; I think it's the eyebrows. Logically I know he's nowhere near the danger-levels posed by Demona or Macbeth or Xanatos; hell, he's not even the equivilent of the Pack or Puck in a snit. But I love him. He's not immortal or super-rich or cybernetically enhanced or any kind of mythical creature; he's just your average, run-of-the-mill crime boss. And something about him makes me smile every time he shows up, even though Deadly Force is quite possibly the worst episode out of the entire three series, including the unbelievably dire Goliath Chronicals, and even though all he ever really manages to do is annoy Elisa. And he has nice hair, in a show where everyone else has mullets or dodgy beards or those weird little ear-tufts that make me think of Kurama from Yu Yu Hakusho or is totally bald.

Of course, nobody can compete with Demona for my affections, except possibly Mystique, on account of my weakness towards blue-skinned red-haired villianesses with skimpy white outfits. And as much as I like Eliza, there comes a point where, like Buffy and Duncan McLeod, she's going to have to learn that dating an older man usually means dealing with at least one of his psychotic exes.