Regina allowed him his bullshit, every line in her being making it clear that she knew it for bullshit and didn't care for it in the least.

"And because they're weird, you can experiment on them?" Her gaze held nothing but contempt and the fire at her fingertips seemed to dance to the tune of her anger. "They are servants. Faithful servants. Where I'm from, a child who tormented the servants was whipped and sent to bed without supper."

Regina Mills. Champion of the brain-addled common man. Never mind the irony. She had been this boy and she'd be damned if she'd turn his boredom loose on the in.