I've broken stronger men than you. At the end of the day, you're a child with an ax and I'm a trained information broker with a few centuries of technological advancement on you. I can break you down and mold you into whatever I want, if you give me the motivation.

[He reaches slowly to adjust one of the wraps on his wrists, showing off the knuckles that read DIE? across them. Sure, he knows Ivar probably can't read, but it's a habit that's become second-nature when threatening others.]