[He feels it. Intimately. Far too intimately than might prove comfortable for her, as the perversion just spreads across his face in the form of a diseased grin.]

The brightness that you shattered into so many pieces, yes. Even in that blinding light, I could practically taste those tears of yours. [An indulgent sigh.] The beautiful king, weeping into the night. How disgustingly picturesque, her suffering. How enchantingly rapturous, her surrender.