[He doesn't take the offered hand, or even acknowledge it, but he will answer Frey's question. Because he will never not be in the mood for vindictive anger. Even when sitting up to his middle in chilly water and half drugged up. He glares coldly up at him.] Do you want to know why my leg is as useless as it is?

Because a certain filthy traitor couldn't mind his own business and he took it upon himself to end my life. [He'll let that sink in. Let Frey connect the dots. It's too much effort to do it for him right now.]

I contacted one of the Malnosso earlier this week, to have the penalty lifted, and I was generously taken in. I should be able to walk again... [but it's never that easy, is it? He lets out a frustrated growl.]