He jerks, as much as he can in the absolute restraints, his eyes going a little bit unfocused, although he doesn't make a noise, not yet. The sharpness is perfect, and in a few places the flaring sensation is the most he's felt since the burrower was chewing its way through him - it was inching toward his heart too, Jedao thinks, almost imagines he can taste the blood, although when he tongues his cheek, he hasn't bitten himself yet.

He shivers for the new flick of pain, gaze leaping back to meet Quentin's as he talks. His teeth bite down a little more sharply on the gag, a contortion of his face that would have been a savage, slanted smile without it.