[He blushes. It's a fierce little blush as Figaro continues to mercilessly prod and push and question...because he knows Figaro's right. He'd throw him before the Architects without hesitation. He'd toss him into a jail cell without a second thought if that was the only thing the both of them would have to worry about. And Figaro would, most likely, fucking deserve it.]

If you want me to throw you into prison that badly, that can most certainly be arranged, Figaro.

[A little angry emphasis there. Figaro. A fake name and they both know it, and what a terrible name it still is. Because if he blusters enough, it'll be enough to keep him from going too far on the defensive. Maybe. In theory. He understands preservation, but he can't just defend if he wants to win this...

Whatever they're having.]

And- [He points with his fork. Point.] You have committed enough crimes to deserve some time in a prison cell. We both know it. But if I end up throwing you in prison, it will be with you seen as a man and not as a monster, and I will be handling this situation personally until I can be sure others will see you in the same way I do.