There is the smallest of starts in his frame when the head slams against the bars. A minute recognition that this could be easily turned on anyone, including himself. But something feels recognizeable in the exchange in a way that has him sitting up a little taller, a little more himself. And he'll hold onto that.

There is a part that wants the Bhaalspawn still, in that.

"Good."

It comes past his lips with an outward malice he does not ever readily show. It is one thing to kill out of necessity, and Enver Gortash has more than proven he is capable of that. There is something in the gravel of his voice just then, the darkening of his eyes, that is far closer to something like murder.

Baneites are masters of strife and using it like a tool. Wrath was not their section of the wheel, and to feel it so strongly is considered a weakness. It makes you unfocused, or incorrectly focused.

It feels like a sin. It also feels like freedom.