[The hair on the back of his neck stands up at Jezebel's response. He feels like the tone isn't much different than the doctor's usual calm tone, but somehow, there's a certain weight to it. Jezebel isn't just playing along with his own act of hedonism-masked-as-generosity. It feels like a move of his own.

He turns back to Jezebel, a spark in his eyes, trying not to let the (obscene!!) excitement show.]

...Is there something that would please the Good Doctor?

[Ah, has the electricity fried his nerves, or has the air in the room become quite warm?]