"Mm! You know the problem with being made of wax? You don't feel things like you used to." His voice stutters, but there's something that's... more than the pain there. It's not faltering in defeat, certainly. "I'm calling you what you are, dog. Hunter. Dunno what cult you're with that you managed to infiltrate the ADI lot. Good job, though. Should I shout it louder, just to make sure they know what you are?

"Or do you want one name?"