[Oh, dear, it appears he's struck a nerve. Serves Fenris right for being all warlock-racist. Harlan can't tell if the hangup here is the magic or the torture thing, though. There's a lot about what he just said that would rightly offend most people.]

For sport, I guess, if those are my two options.

[Then he pauses because he wants to take this question seriously. It's not often that he gets to explain himself—or at least it wasn't, though apparently his status as a serial killer would not even make the local leaderboards. Jesus, some of the people here.]

I've killed 77 people. I'll pick someone that seems interesting, spend some time getting to know them, and then I wake them up in the middle of the night. The magic part sounds shittier than it is. I get them to think like me, and then the shit I ask them to do is already shit they want to be doing. It'd be worse for them if I cut on them myself.

[He's dropped that casual, almost-joking tone he's kept up through the bulk of their conversation. He's a murderer, yes, but the gravity of that is not lost on him. His targets matter to him. He cares about them... though he's not remorseful, exactly. He sounds more like he's admitting to having done terrible things for good reasons, or because they were inevitable.]

I don't make them kill themselves. That'd cross a line, I think.