Right? [His lips twist into a sneering snarl.] And I do not recall it being yours to tell me what it is I should do. [Cocking his head, he presses a hand to his chest.] But thank you kindly for thinking of me.

[He takes a breath, and in a manner of seconds, he is as cooly pleasant as ever.]

I find you and I have very different ideas on what torment is.