Nothing happened to me! [Finally some real emotion, not just hiding behind his usual dry humor. He sounds angry and at the same time happy, like he can't help but enjoy talking about this.] I do it because I like it. Because it feels good.
[He shifts his unnerving eye contact to Kitty, suddenly done with whatever semblance of a polite conversation they've been having up until now.] You can feel everything through a throat; her pulse, her breath, the moment it all ends. I can still see my hands there. [Those bruises are already forming in the shape of his fingers and that's something at least, even if it wasn't enough. He smiles, predatory, satisfied as he turns back to Jack.] Is that enough?