Kabal removes his mask so casually so he can drink; Carlisle, on the other hand, keeps adjusting his scarf, afraid it will fall just enough to reveal his missing nose and decayed jawline. He's not sure he believes any of what Kabal says, but something about the man's tone tells Carlisle it's closer to fact than fiction. Maybe it's how Kabal describes these 'dictator' sorts as anything but pleasant, charitable fellows, but rather as beings of ostentatious avarice.

"Were you punished by any of them?" he asks, casting Kabal a sideways glance. "Do you know how mad they get first-hand, or is it hearsay?"