"I can think of a few," he said, looking down at his prone uncle with an expression of amused hatred on his face.
He didn't need to voice his suggestions. Kadaj got there before it was necessary to do so. Part of him burned with jealousy at not getting to do that himself, but he was nevertheless callous enough to be glad that somebody had got there. His pained groan just made him grin.
"You're lucky Kadaj is doing that and not me," he said casually, the rough edge to his voice too thick for his tone to be considered conversational. "Because I'd fucking force feed them to you!"
See how he likes it. Bastard. He looked at Kadaj, regaining his composure very slightly.
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"I can think of a few," he said, looking down at his prone uncle with an expression of amused hatred on his face.
He didn't need to voice his suggestions. Kadaj got there before it was necessary to do so. Part of him burned with jealousy at not getting to do that himself, but he was nevertheless callous enough to be glad that somebody had got there. His pained groan just made him grin.
"You're lucky Kadaj is doing that and not me," he said casually, the rough edge to his voice too thick for his tone to be considered conversational. "Because I'd fucking force feed them to you!"
See how he likes it. Bastard. He looked at Kadaj, regaining his composure very slightly.
"Break his fingers."