[Knobheads. That's a new one on him, but Dorian thinks he might have to work it into the rotation. It may not end up at the top of his list, but it definitely tickles him.

The mention of a prize, however, sends one of his eyebrows arching skyward, as well, and he exchanges glances with the man beside him, leaning his weight on his staff.]

I suppose that changes things— likely for the increasingly moronic, but let's see, shall we?

[He raises his own voice, addressing the group of blindfolded figures before them once more.]

What prize could possibly be worth the surety of broken bones and lost appendages, may I ask?