The silence infuriated the sorcerer. It was true, he enjoyed to hear himself talk (though that wasn't how he would have thought about it), but he had asked Knives a series of questions, none of which had been given any answer. The man wasn't worth his time! Was this why they had been so keen to stick him there? Just as an extra means of torment?

Mozenrath rolled his eyes. "Are you dumb or just a bit slow on the uptake?" He pointed a gloved finger. "I can't fathom the reason I'm even bothering with you, other than the 'subtle' threat of the violence I will receive if I don't. Aren't you going to make the effort to say anything?"

Not that Mozenrath would listen if Knives DID have something to say. Still, it seemed only appropriate to him that the plant answer the sorcerer.