[He does like showing off; but Arthas is one of a few people he wouldn't really expect to impress. It's also just nice, cutting loose a little, venting some of the endless energy inside him, unraveling the simple patterns of something less fraught than fate.]

You're probably right. I did get him to stop eating me, which was all I really wanted at the time.

[No, Dillon, be honest.]

Or. Okay. I wanted. I wanted him to suffer. Not. Mostly not for its own sake, not in the. Pain way. But he didn't care about dying. And I wanted him to know he wasn't untouchable, wasn't - above it all. I wanted rip that smug certainty away. And I certainly did that.

[Caustic, by the end, bitterly amused. Hannibal got his revenge. Dillon isn't untouchable either.]