[What really makes this worth it is the source of Guzma's anger. It's out of respect and—dare he call it?—love for one little bug pokémon he didn't even know. Of course, it's a double-edged sword; Nanu may be a dark-type trainer, but implying he's outright killed a pokémon leaves more than a bad taste in his mouth. There's not much Nanu won't do when it comes to playing dirty, but that is one line he would never cross. If he were Guzma? He'd be just as fuming right now.]

[But hey, it's like he said. It's not about Nanu, it's about messing with Guzma. For what he put Anabel through. And this is nowhere near close to that.]

Feels like hell, doesn't it? Knowing it was the one who had its brains turned to jam and there was nothing you could do about it? [When Guzma winces, his smirk widens.] Not that I expect you to admit it. The Big Bad Guzma, immune to fear.

[A little bit of his own experience bleeds into the narrative. His grip tightens to its maximum.]

What if I'd made the stakes higher? Offed someone you know instead? Would you get the hint then?

[He's prepared to duck if Guzma ends up swinging. But the charade's nearly over, anyway. This is as far as he needed the disguise to go.]