[Miguel's head snaps back; the already-abused cartilage of his nose breaking as Vulpes punches it with full force. The back of Miguel's head bumps back against the table-leg once more, and he grunts out in pain before hanging his head... then laughing.]

[The Spaniard lowly chuckles despite the way his eyes water and his nose oozes blood; breathing through his mouth. He then raises his head again with a wide grin.]

I'd rather have my nose shattered multiple times than be forced to listen to you prattle on about your "superior intellect" for any longer.

Are you really so lonely that you would keep me here with you just to enjoy my company for a while longer? [He teases] -Or do you actually get off on this kind of thing, eh?