Richard smirked. No offense indeed. He might have been sore about the comment, were it not for the fact that Samuel seemed like the type as well. As it was, this seemed more like a logical problem, another opportunity to impress. Accordingly, he took a long moment to think it over, recalling examples that he had run into before and what made them great.
Finally, he settled on one. "Well," he began, only to be interrupted by a long, full-body yawn. Suddenly he was exhausted again, almost too tired to register his feeling of annoyance and disgust. Once the yawn had passed he looked up, fighting his own exhaustion. "Sorry. Haven't exactly been on my game recently. Anyway, revenge." He gathered together his thoughts, which were almost as sluggish as he felt. What the hell was wrong with him?
"It's kind of like torture, isn't it? Sure, you can hurt someone, but that's not... that doesn't work. I mean, it can, but it's not a sure thing. You really want to hurt someone, get back at them I guess, you go for things they care about. So it depends on the person, how you get revenge, but..." He tilted his head, too focused on the question at hand to wonder about how much he was giving away. "It's best if they think they did it themself. Somehow. Whatever it is that you take away from them, they can't blame you. Like, uhm, Titus Andronicus. Only thing from high school English I remember. This queen has two sons, and that's it. That's all she cares about. So he makes her eat them."
Richard waved his hand, dismissing his next point as he said it. "Then he kills her, sure, but what's important is that she knew. She knew she was eating her own sons. That's revenge. But, like I said, it has to be different for everyone." Pulling his legs up, Richard rested his head on one knee and fought back another yawn. "Good enough?"