Do you think so? Well. You were always so -- [A hiss. He chokes it out.] Presumptuous.

[The tazer feels so solid in his hand. Solid and warm.]

You won't shoot to kill. [Eddie calculates aloud, in something reminiscent of his smug drawl. He wants to keep Norman's attention diffused.] You couldn't bear that, now could you? Cut yourself short of weeks, months, a veritable lifetime of torturing me? Oh no. In all likelihood you'll want to incapacitate my --

[He pressed the side trigger in the tazer, squeezing it into action. Aiming at Norman's throat.]