[The color behind the marks darkens, as Lelouch fists a handful of Fuuma's shirt and yanks him closer. His arm shakes noticeably. His tone slips into something completely cold and cloying.]

Ah, beautiful and remarkably useful in getting what I want. All I have to do is give an order. It can be anything. Even something as simple as telling one to forget. Though really that is one of my tamer ones. I am usually far more creative.