The Malnosso have a deep and abiding interest in making playthings of their beloved prisoners' minds... if that is what you mean.

[Though the delivery is calm, there's a predatory fierceness to his pale eyes that makes no secret of his intent. It's an implacable look, one that promises that they will suffer as he has suffered and more, so much more. He's still waiting so very patiently for the day to come, whetting his many blades in anticipation. And they are thirsty.]