[Kurt watches the series of reactions wash across Remy's face, his own drawing taught as his eyes narrow. He pulls in a slow breath through his nose when Remy finally answers, nodding curtly at the question.]

So, he's like that is he? [His tone tries for conversational, but the tightly restrained anger strains it just enough to notice.] When I turn him down, how badly would you like him beaten? Just to bruises or would you like a few scars?