Flayer's mask made several small clicks and whirrs, as though the gears turning in his mind had suddenly become audible.  A keener mind might pick up on the possibility that it wasn't his thinking, but a small noise of discontent.  His neck cracked sharply to one side, then he rolled his head back around his shoulders until it was once again facing Rae.<br/><br/><em>"An exceptional description, Miss Rae.  I would have to be blind to not know exactly who you are talking about.  However, there is one small detail.  You are never to use that name, in my presence or otherwise.  That individual no longer exists.  It is long dead, and not coming back.  Otherwise you may call me whatever you wish to."</em><br/><br/>In a fluid movement he kicked himself up onto the thin stone rim bordering the acid basins and began prowling along them on the balls of his feet.  His hands folded behind his back and held up the ends of his coat to keep them from dipping into the toxic fluid.<em>"Carlson Wernthrup, aka Pesticide, aka Leadfoot, aka Mister Jangles.  Unfortunately for you, Miss Rae, as detestable as this man is I fear that I am not currently able to touch him.  He is no prisoner.  Though morally reprehensible he has somehow wormed his way into becoming an Enforcer in this facility, likely because it is a fairly simplistic job that a man with a limp can easily excel at with proper backup at his disposal.  This will require some...creativity on my part, as I do not kill Staff as a general rule.  I do love a challenge."</em><br/><br/>Stepping down from his precarious perch he strode over to Rae and loomed overhead, as he was wont to do.<em>"As for that other matter; you are correct.  I have indeed taken a fledgling under my wing.  I assure you, it is not out of compassion.  She is a bit of a test, actually.  A test for a far more exciting subject that I have been concocting.  Though I cannot speak for my soul, I predict that I will enjoy myself immensely."</em><br/><br/><em>"My reasons for working here are my own, though I imagine some of them are quite obvious.  Why limit myself to such a small place when I could easily travel the galaxy and terrorize countless others as a guard of royalty, or perhaps an assassin that sews fear into the hearts of their victims?  The answer is fairly simple.  Out in the vast cosmos there is no Order.  Nothing concrete.  Everything is changing.  But here, I have complete control over every variable.  This entire prison is an ongoing experiment.  Perhaps I will grow tired of it someday and move on.  Perhaps.  For now it is enough that I am here, that you are here, and that Mister Wernthrup is here."</em>