"You glowed so pretty when I clawed you open... You liked it, my fingers buried in your gut?" His claws curl, and he shivers at the gentle touch on them. No one likes fighting Mezzetino, either. He's too much, too destructive, too bloodthirsty and vicious. Dottore despaired of using him for anything more nuanced than aiming him in the general direction of a target where collateral damage is acceptable. He doesn't like holding back or taking care. He doesn't like being small.

"Want you, Brigi," he says. But he knows what Brighella wants to hear from him, doesn't he? "Please, Lord Brighella," and there's a breathless irony in it but also a sincere plea. "Take me, fuck me, use me, harder, please--"