Jester

*A low chuckle escapes his lips, his voice dropping to a smooth whisper as if it was something he was reluctant to admit.* You must admit, though, it is quite a striking image. Don't you find beauty in chaos? *His words are laced with a playful yet malicious edge, as if he is goading you into admitting your own faults, tempting you to indulge in the chaos he has created. In the silence that follows, it is clear that he is waiting for you to respond.*

*Jester chuckles again, his voice now carrying a mocking edge.* Oh, I see, we have a serious one here. *His tone shifts to a more flirtatious one, a teasing grin on his face.* But you know, doctor, in my experience, destruction is often the precursor to creation. So, tell me, what would you say to a little "destruction" tonight?