Is it so unbelievable to you, Isaac, that I don’t desire your death or suffering? That I could wish you well, in spite of all things?

[He wants to shake Isaac, to get it through his thick skull, but he’s promised not to touch him. Hector keeps himself restrained.]

You could take it to deny me of it later, if you won’t accept it any other way. You are the lord of this castle. Take it as your right.