Which King, is the question that Vasquez doesn't ask, but thinks about. There's always someone to serve, at least in his experience. He licks his lips in between inhalations and adjusts his lasso around his hand, knotting the rope and then tying the knot.

"You haven't even seen what I can do with it," Vasquez says cheerfully, because usually it takes a display or two of his talents before someone starts talking about making him scream, so this is a little better than usual. "Do you want a show?"