[Maybe that little bit of trauma will be enough to knock something loose in your over-inflated head.

Estinien just sighs.]

And so you will just revel in your suffering. I hadn't taken you for the type.

[Maybe him dying--or coming as close to it as they can in this place--would drive something home. But nothing has so far.]

I've yet to be not in your immediate vicinity. I know not what plans you have when I am not available to come at your beck and call.