Of course not Charles, don't be silly. Luckily neither the administration nor efficacy of the serum will be contingent on consent. [He's of course watching every twitch of Charles' hands and rise and fall of his voice with extreme interest. He'll have a long, long time to get to know the telepath's mannerisms, after all.

Too bad he doesn't want to come into the cell, Charles. Not today at least. One day, yes. Very much yes.] You're applying morality where it doesn't fit. There is no morality besides survival of the fittest. You should be wanting to shake my hand and kiss my boots. I'm securing our future.

[Another smirk, lazily sucking at the end of his cigarette.] Love is chemicals. Oxytocin, dopamine, the frantic urge to reproduce and find others to fend off predators you can't manage on your own. That's all it ever was.