Why, Mr. Lin. Are you accusing me of masochism? Hard to imagine someone without masochistic tendencies seeking out someone to exploit them. [It's a lingering preamble, a way of toeing around Abduxel's observation. Chilton wasn't afraid of being subjected to a little exploitation, as long as that momentary humiliation served his greater purpose. He could play the political game, he could give -- as long as he would later take.]

My body had been violated, before. [A beat. As promised, that information about Abel Gideon given willingly.] By a former patient. He kidnapped me and gutted me. He removed some intestine, a kidney... Well. How gruesome do you want the details?