[It's obvious what's happening, of course, to a connoisseur like Cassel. The tide of emotion's turning, ostensibly positive now rather than negative, although he wouldn't term it as such. Adoration's just as dangerous as abhorrence.]

[The urge comes over him before he recognizes it: use this. He could make a fast ally this way, if he was clever enough. If he was kind in the right way.]

[Cassel swallows.]

I bet you do. But you'll feel worse again within the hour.

It cycles, see. It'll keep cycling until you get all the way out of it.