[ At last — he shifts his weight fully onto the chair. His shoulders turn before his long legs do, but it only takes an instant for the Stellaron's influence to snap over him again, thrumming bass confidence back into his voice where it had gone soft and broken and hoarse with honesty. The look in his eyes — ]

So — you know. Just to wrap this all up. I thought a lot about what I was going to do to you when they let me see you. What I was going to say. And I figured —

[ — the look in his eyes is exceedingly tortured, even as the Stellaron-madness creeps into them and turns them molten gold again, and his hands press Luocha back against the chair, fisting hard enough to unclasp the buttons holding his high collar together. ]

— since nobody cares about my morals anyway, and everyone wants to see me do something horrible, I might as well just do whatever I want to you.