"How about some beers and a nice chat. You can tell me all about yourself. I'm sure you're ... fascinating." Whatever got him out of the option of two kinds of torture. Barty didn't look like he was going for it so Nathan shrugged, his lip raising as he thought of his two options with disgust and dislike. Fuck.

"I mean, psychological hurts less, right?" Given that physical torture would be more deaths and maybe more hitting so he didn't like his odds. "I'd rather you messed with my head than my beautiful, innocent body."