He tilts his head just a little bit to the side, a curious - and slightly confused - smile playing over his lips. "But it hurts the horses to be slaughtered," he says, smoothing his moustache down just a touch. Heaven preserve him - he's actually arguing for the Galactic position. They'll strip him of his Vor title any moment now. "I'm not some soft squeamish fool, to be sure, but there's very little pleasure in thinking of that pain. I cannot help but think it's better to avoid it entirely."