Kadaj cocked his head, his voice quiet, and that fraction more dangerous. "Yeah," he said, "because there's nothing crude about raping kids." He pointed one of his swords at Orochimaru again, advancing on him a couple of steps. "Nothing at all crude about forcing that," he pointed, angrily, to the severed tongue, "down someone's throat so they stop saying no!"

He was trying to make him angry, Kadaj realised. Hoping, perhaps, that his control would be weakened if Kadaj lost control of himself first.

"It won't work, you know," he said, much more calmly. "The stigma is in too much of you, now. It doesn't matter if I get mad or not." He grinned, brightly. "You can feel it, right? Every moment we stand here, my control gets better, and you have less and less to fight back with."

He lowered the sword again, and looked at Orochimaru, shoulders set. "It doesn't matter what you say; I'm not going to give you that control over me again."

He glanced at Nnoitra, and then took a step back. "He's all yours."