[The change in John is blatantly obvious: Scorpius knows himself inside and out. He can spot the differences of the two in the same body a mile away. While Crichton never looked on him with any sort of kindness, the hard stare that replaces his gaze is very clearly not him - it's calculating, and quietly furious.]

Hello.

[Scorpius releases his grip on Crichton's jaw but continues to hold his head steady, tilting it so that he can look into the other's eyes]

I understand you prefer to be addressed as Harvey. You needn't put in so much effort to speak: the effects of the seizure will wane soon.

I should like to know your plans for John Crichton.