His quiet snicker echoed in your head painfully. Even though you've had the upper hand in the past fight and he was in shackles, the predatory gaze he regarded you with brought the quiet promise of just another dreadful conversation. His smirk was smug, satisfied, satisfied with himself, with the outcome of it all as if he had been in charge of it all. "There you are, just on time. How's been the fight with the threnodian?" he cooed.