[He jerks a little at the electricity and then leans in a little, unable to hide his interest, a little half smile on his face.]

Ah, yes. The twistedness of humanity is the only constant. I'm sure that man, Marcus, can tell us so many things about what the great minds of the future have come up with.

[Ianchus sits back, eyeing Jezebel.]

I don't suppose you have any interest in trying it on yourself, Doctor?