"You mean... the boy. Oh dear, what... joy." The one who sprayed toxin in Arkham not that long ago, it was him, wasn't it? And his delightfully named 'fear juice'. Jervis knew this could only end badly for him. This was not a fun tea party for three, this was experimenting and cruelty!

"Are you sure there is no negotiation to be had? I promise you, it doesn't have to be this bad!" Jervis' was on the very of hysterical now, his voice high and panicked, his movements jerky and fast. He was on his feet, stumbling to the corner, grabbing his book from the side as a weapon. "Is this really how we should be, friend? Please relax, we can amend!"