[His own breath hitches, and he has to laugh, almost breathless, but it's more incredulous than amused, staring at Emet with equal intensity. Curious, hungry, predatory almost.]

What of you? When did you learn cruelty? How many years did it take you to grow good enough at it not to flinch?

[He takes in a breath and another, fingertips raking through Emet's soul.]

Of course if you want to know I'll tell you, everything.