Men are very fragile things, dome. [Saul's voice is quiet and chillingly matter-of-fact. He continues spinning his hook over his head, slow lazy gestures, mahing Gojyo's, and the weapon glints with a light that is not entirely natural.] War is my pleasure, but breaking men is my trade, and your cracks show already.

[He falls into habits. Easily. He wouldn't be interested normally - Gojyo is not a weak man, he'd observed, but not mighty enough to truly warrant destroying - but he really is in a dreadful mood, and he knows how to make himself feel better. And if Gojyo decides to attack him after all, that would just be the icing on the cake. Hurt or not, he can still fight. He'd fight anything and any man.]

Do no push your luck with me. She does not remember me, either, you know.