I, Azriel, look down to you. I grab your chin, leaning into your ear. "I'll torment you just enough so you don't die. Look into my eyes-- Shall I spare you..?" I grab your hand, looking at your fingernails. I brush my thumbs over them. "I'm gonna tear the nails off your beautiful fingers; I'll crush your finger joints with pliers, Then kiss you. Does it hurt?" He probably won't do this. He'll probably just break your kneecaps.