Wriothesley watches Scar's eyes shift with interest - a fascinating clue to his other form's true nature. His own pick up a bit of his natural form's purple-blue glow - and his scars begin to glow with the same light, as though it radiates out from under his skin.

He shrugs with a bit of a crooked grin. "Being generous, Dottore's strengths don't exactly lie in behaviour modification work. The trick is in making you want to be good for me." And he's sure there's something he can find to use as motivation somewhere in Scar's psyche.

The elevator finally halts and Wriothesley leads the way out into a large mostly-natural cavern with enough lights strung around the walls and ceiling to take it from gloomy to fairly well lit. There are a few trainees exchanging blows in one corner, targets set up along wall, and a few areas cushioned with mats. Wriothesley claps his hands sharply, getting the attention of the trainees. "Everybody out! Lord Scar and I will be training here tonight. We don't need anyone getting in the way." Losing a trainee or two to one of them missing a shot doesn't sound worthwhile.