"Well, you're not quite right." Barty shrugged, twisting one nipple a little as he explained himself. "I've seen you around the clubs. Tweaked out, wasting yourself on uggos."

It was a little offensive, honestly. At the very least it really was a waste. "And then I saw you and your friend as valets. Pretty easy to figure out what you two were pulling. So I decided to lure you in, sure."

It had worked, so why would he feel any remorse? He reached for two little things on top of the cage, showing them to Bill on the palm of his hand. "Nipple clamps."