[ He was under too much pressure holding both of them to do much more than shoot a glare at Jesse before turning his attention wholly on Peter. He approached him, eyes sharp, raising him telekinetically away from the wall just as he had before, using the tricks he'd learnt in his playfighting with Peter to hold him prisoner now. ]

This isn't about killing him. It's about making sure he understands his place. His worth. Look at us, Peter. We're evolution's masterpiece--and what is he? A worm. Slime on a rock. He should look up to us and tremble.

A quick death is too good for him.

[ He let Peter go, wholly expecting the other man to listen to him now. ]

Either we do this on my schedule, or you can go home, and I'll do it without you.