I will tell you this now, Matou Byakuya, your terror and your begging both fascinate me. Knowing that, would you truly expect me to let you go so easily?

[He kisses that limp hand, a small prelude to all the other things he wishes to do with this man.]

I don't imagine you would. Perhaps you forget when you're immersed in fear and in drink, but you know better, don't you?