[He still looks blissfully unconcerned when Cesar comes at him, even when his punch lands squarely and accurately. The second one lands, too, and even though his nose is gushing blood and his eyes can't seem to focus as clearly and sharply, he is still laughing like a broken doll whose voicebox no longer suits his condition or appearance.]

Are you going to kill me, Cesar?

[He takes advantage of the closeness, even with a hostile body, attempting to press his against Cesar.]

Do you know how intimate murder is? It's arguably the most intimate thing you can do to another person. I regret sometimes that I won't leave a body behind when I die... you can't have sex with feathers one last time.

[He wipes his bleeding nose, smearing it across Cesar's cheek with vicious glee.]