[Wow. Jackass. Somehow this whole conversation is reminding him of Anastasio... and, well, the Iberian Inquisition in general.

He rolls his eyes, arms crossed, and leans against a tree on one shoulder.]

What will you do when you run out of toys? Is Corruption — and the suffering of others — not something you take joy in? Do you expect to still find that joy when you have no other toys left to break?