[Mikado links his fingers together and loops them over one of his knees, a little bit of a prim gesture, almost cute. His entire attention is focused completely on Kida, listening and trying not to react. But he hates it, he really does. And it hasn't gotten graphic yet. But he's seen, before, what obsessed sick fuckers can get up to. He employs some of the lesser ones because they're effective and he needs effective people.]

[But the idea of that twisted kind of obsession with Kida is. Unpleasant. Horrible. Sickening. He feels distantly awful about making Kida talk, but neither of them have time for anything more gentle.]

Go on.