[des smiles in a way that's more teeth-bared grimace.]

You're wasting your breath, boys. He's a coward. And he's got all his little pieces in play so he can hide behind them. Isn't that right, Sarandis? You don't even need to raise a finger and you've got your enemies tripping over you. Well, I got three words for you, you prissy little bitch.

[he leans forward and says, still smiling in a vaguely unsettling manner.] You don't know.

[when you can't be tough, be creepy.]