[Jezebel lets out a small laugh, at both the comment and the way Ianchus draws himself up proudly.]

All right. If you insist.

[He presses the tabs against Ianchus' sternum this time, the prongs lightly pushed against his skin. When he pushes down on the button, he holds it for a second longer than last time, letting the electricity pulse of our the rod and into Ianchus' skin.]