[Fandaniel descends to the ground and lowers himself into a crouch in front of Douman, the metal chains around his waist rattling at the movement.]

Oh, it would seem so.

Gnosia and doctors alike, we have all been given our parts to play in this little comedy of errors. Who am I to resist?

...Now, the thing is...

[He reaches out a gloved hand and pokes Douman's nose. Boop.]

I'm not a fan of fighting I'm afraid. All this back-and-forth nonsense, trading blows... It grows so dreadfully tedious after a while.

My bag is full of tricks, and I have many more where my shackles came from but I'm hoping you'll be a good boy and let me off the hook.

[As he speaks, his eyes glitter manically beneath the shadows of his hood.]

Submit to me, then we can both be on our merry ways, hm?