Oh! Shall we talk of satisfaction, then? Because I know I would find causing you a great deal of pain deeply satisfying, [ Rupert replies with heated vehemence, reaching again for the pistol at his back. He could put a bullet in this man's thigh - as he should have! ten minutes ago, back in the museum! - and see if that makes him any more talkative. And if not, then Rupert's damn sure he can pull a portal before the police can be called. ]

The only one of us who could do better is you, you horrible little shit.