Is that consent for me to kill you? How novel a concept for you.

[Maybe he will! Maybe he will, and maybe he won't. For now, his hands are trapped, and so he's limited to glaring. There's another flare of magic, his tattoos glowing, but it does him no good.]

I do not need the details, nor do I want them. It is enough to know the deed itself, and the fact you seem to have no remorse over it.