[Jezebel watches, curious as Ianchus tenses and spasms at the touch. He only holds the charge for a second or so -- in truth, he's not sure if even a small amount of charge would kill him on the spot -- and then pulls it away, looking over Ianchus as he tenses and quiets.

It's strange, knowing there's no blood, no noise, no immediately visible damage, and yet he knows that it has to be a sort of pain he can't even fathom. What a beautifully clean way to hurt someone.

After he's given Ianchus a moment or so to recover himself, he asks:]

How is it?