Agrats' inability to distract him with her physicality might've bothered her if he hadn't proven himself interesting, but the conversation had piqued her curiosity. "Is that so? And how, exactly would you kill me?" she asked, injecting just enough humour into her voice to make it seem like a far more simple question than she meant it to be. "Would you take your time, keeping me alive but torturing me until I begged you to end it? Or would you disembowel me, spreading my viscera all over so that when they came to bag my corpse they'd have to search for all my organs?" As she spoke, Agrat closed her eyes, her voice taking on a more wistful tone as she reminisced about each of her deaths at Jack's hands. Much as she was loathe to admit it, the man had a way with his hands.