If he were less of a God, he would be weak, actually considering bowing, even if just for a second, to the demands of a prisoner who had no rights. He would also be dead, killed by Bastet and Kali. But he wasn't. He was what he was. This man was in no position to bargain with him or imply any threats. He wasn't a threat, not like a System Lord at this moment. He was an unknown species strapped to a chair and just as susceptible to energy weapons and physical injury like a human.

Sobek turned and slid his talons into what looked like a shimmering gel. It wrapped around his fingers, cool and dry, all the way up to his elbow, reading his signature. The device reacted. It began to hum underneath the Doctor, spines and needles snapping out from the chair and embedding themselves all over the side of his body, all the way up to his temple. The needles began to administer something red and thick to his veins.

He would immerse the Doctor in his past and present, make him relieve the worst and tell him.