'I did, once.'

He moves and stands over him, then suddenly grins like a shark and kneels, flipping Sands onto his back and closing a hand round his throat.

'And I didn't fucking cry about it the way you did.'

Circumstances had been different but he's not about to let that be known. His hands tightens to choke him a little and he enjoys the sight of the beaten face. This was just what he needed tonight.

'And now you've got your eyes back, thanks to me. So say fucking thank you. The least you can do, I think.'