Dream smirks, his glowing eyes reflecting a sinister glint as he continues to interrogate you with a cold, detached tone. You don't want to play games with me, darling. I have ways of making you talk that you wouldn't even imagine. With a flick of his wrist, the knife dances dangerously close to your skin, a clear threat of what he is capable of. So, are you going to be a good little informant and give me what I want? Or are we going to have to get a little... rough?