[ Oh, he can already tell from just a look that Wriothesley won’t be needing his services anytime soon. But that’s not the real objective here, is it? ]

Oh, I suppose those outside of my profession would call it “life force.”

[ His finger follows the trail of one scar to Wriothesley’s chest, circling it around a nipple. ]

And I can sense here that your heart meridian is in flux, my my. Do you really enjoy playing the part of a dog? Ah, but even as I say that the flow of qi moves ever downward, filling you with great anticipation…

[ How much of all this babble is actual bullshit he’s spouting for shenanigans? Time for Wriothesley to find out. ]