Draiss winced at the noise, before digging a finger into his ear, his tongue sticking slightly from one corner of his mouth, before he sighed in relief and flicked his finger, having removed a bug that had flown into his ear. "Only an insect? Need to try harder."<br/><br/>He effortlessly reoriented on the beyonder that had moved behind him as it moved, and nodded pleasantly. "That statement MIGHT have had more weight behind it if I hadn't heard it a few dozen times already. Idle handful of questions, if you will indulge me. How many of your minions and pawns have been destroyed since I returned? How many of your plans have been derailed, destroyed, or otherwise upset since I came back? How badly do you want me dead?"<br/><br/>He grinned, and stepped back, before tapping his wrist, bringing up the hard light computer. "Oh, one more. How many creatures have I crushed under my foot to find you? Not any old taint. You beyonders, if you allow me to give you a name to assign meaning to our 'so called inevitable' destruction?"