[Really now, this is just embarrassing. The whimpered sounds, the loud protests, the faltering movement of the lower lip and the suspiciously aqueous look of the redhead's one good eye-- he'll never comprehend why Heine chooses to associate with this individual, and melodramatically, Giovanni sighs. Loosens his grip just enough to lessen the onrush of pain. He's still uncomfortably close, still unyielding, though at least Badou is no longer in immediate danger of breakage.]

Oh, come on now, this is beginning to get a little dull. Let me put it another way-- you give me what I want, and I won't tear out your throat with my teeth and then leave you to drown in your own blood in this stinking alleyway. How does that sound?

[A smile like broken glass.]

I think it rather generous, myself.