"The torture and execution aesthetic isn't subtle, I'll give you that," Toby says flatly. She sets the goblet down with a deliberate, precise click. Droplets of blood still cling to her figures, the sticky feel of them inspiring both nausea and longing. That leaves both paths open, but for now, while this being is certainly an enemy, she has to acknowledge that this doesn't mean he's lying about potential ill effects.

"It's always nice to get past the pretenses early. Now, are you planning to tell me what you want me to do to avoid getting chained to the wall?"