[For all his calm, he does empathize, really. Not enough to switch places, mind, but he understands the feeling of resignation, of trying to hide weakness even when overwhelmed with dread. Jezebel had not understood Ianchus' fascination with the lash because, in truth, this had been closer to how that particular treatment made him feel.

His expression remains impassive as he kneels in front to press the rod lightly against Ianchus' stomach, lightly pushing into the skin above his navel.]

Here's to 'third time's the charm'.

[And he presses the button down, hearing the searing noise hit Ianchus' flesh.]