[ The beast that drives the chariot rumbles, low and deep as a tuba, charging at full speed through the streets; people dive aside, yelps and shrieks of the odd person caught out still escaping the battleground that the residential district had become rising in the bright skies. The chariot jolts, and Set's footing is sure and experienced. He lets the vehicle jolt and jounce back and forth, and tugs Gen a little closer, as if to brace him against it. ]

Do you think I am someone who mistreats what is mine, Gen?

[ A low sound escapes him, teeth flashing as he leans in towards him. A twist of his arm and he'll attempt to whip the young man around, one hand wrapped around his wrist, swinging his form out over the ground falling away behind him — as if preparing to drop him off the back and leave him mincemeat on the road. Still, the bold, bright smile upon his face could be taken for delight, rather than bloodthirst. ( Or maybe, a bit of both. ) ]

Dropping you from here would probably kill you, and I am positioned against your end lest it be into my arms, you remember? I am here to see you treated preciously. Your punishment is not to be harmed for what you did to me, of course not.

[ The grip he has on Gen's wrist is sound, uncompromising. Set laughs, warm and adoring — ]

No, no! We are going on a date!

[ He'll waste Gen's precious time, during the beginning of this Oracle.

That is far more a punishment, than simply ending his life! ]