Berith raised an eyebrow at the proceedings, all cool amusement. "I can see why Dantalion loves this, it's wonderful watching them break." He twirled the prod idly in the air. "Or is it just the masochists? Who knows." He shrugged and turned the power on, watching the electricity dance between the prongs. Then he thrust it into Victor's neck, where it met his shoulder. It'd leave another nice burn mark, once he took it away again.