“Like I said, two different conversations — those questions were asking if you’d experienced that because it is what I can do to you, you’ve got a whole lot of pride and arrogance for me to manipulate,” his jaw flexed idly, still managing to hold his temper — somehow. Albeit, with some deal of difficulty which spiraled out at the horseman’s final words. “He has never been yours, he never will be,” a sneer curled at his lips, “Delude yourself all you like. He is mine and has been mine for a very long time. You didn’t create what and who he is, perhaps elements of what you are might be present — I near raised him and I’m damned sure Chaos would have a thing or two to say about him being ‘yours’ even if I wasn’t involved. So go on, babble all you like, but it’s not going to get you far. You’d be surprised the patience I have.”
"Did I strike a chord here? Bishop? Your's? Oh how delightful to know. How delightful that you think that you know anything about him. About all his dark little secrets. About his true intentions. He's killed his wife. Killed his little boyfriend. And I have a feeling he may just kill you, too. Oh, no. Not physically. Can't kill you. Or me. But he can break you. And that, that is so much sweeter. And then I can have Bishop all to myself again."
