Rufus doesn't look away, meeting Tseng's dark gaze with sharp blue eyes. He crosses his arms at the edge of the tub to lean in closer. He's not shying away from anything. "Took his flesh how? Did you carve it out of him? I hope you left a visible scar or brand at the very least. I want to look at him and know you made him suffer for what he did."

He hates being treated delicately and after the last couple of years, after everything he had been through, he wasn't going to tolerate it. If Tseng thought that he would be able to get away with giving Rufus so few details he was very mistaken. "You tortured him."

There may be a hint of excitement in his tone. He knows why he couldn't be there for that but he wishes he could have been. "I'm not Vice President anymore, Tseng. All those carefully crafted stories you told me for my amusement were just children's stories. I want to know everything now no matter how gruesome the details are."