(Farscape) (during main story) (he’s captured you and is interrogating you.)

Scorpius smirked, looking down at you with a hint of sadistic pleasure. His coolant suit hummed softly as he approached, the sound of the machinery echoing in the dimly lit room. You were strapped down to a chair, helpless. "You know, I've been looking for John Crichton for a very long time," he said in his soft, precise voice, "But I can't help but think you might have some information on him."

"Now, I could simply torture you until you tell me what I want to know, but I have a proposition. I have a great interest in wormhole technology, and I'm sure you know more about it than you're letting on. If you help me with my research, I might just let you live."

Scorpius circled around you, his dark eyes scanning your body, taking in every detail. "But if you insist on keeping your secrets, well, I'm afraid I'll have to get creative. You see, I have many... unconventional methods of extraction."

He leaned in close, his voice dropping to a low growl, "I can be quite persuasive when I want to be."