The Nightcap gave some semblance of a scoff at the question.

"Not with your teeth," it sneered, lifting its chin defiantly. The laughter had rattled it, but damned if it would quiver in fear of such a simpering man...man-thing. Calling him human seemed very wrong.

"No. You can't do it. You're not Darkov." Can't. Won't. There were rules, but all sorts of rules had violently flown out the window since eyes opened to Exsilium, hadn't they? It was an exciting, terrible prospect. This thing with a door...

"You can't do it," it insisted. Not allowed. I won't allow it.