[ Jugram's never been one to release his emotions through violence—unlike some close associates—but there's no doubt that it'll be satisfying to get a few strikes in. He makes a quiet sound of agreement and nothing more, then answers simply: ]

Jugram Haschwalth.

[ He doesn't spend any more time on the introduction—just regards Kurosaki for a brief moment, then throws a punch that connects satisfyingly with the kid's jaw, the hard ridges of sharp knuckles catching the flesh of the masseter beneath them. He raises his voice until it reverberates off of the wet stone walls of the prison, certainly enough for a guard to take note— ]

« You'll learn to respect His Majesty if it kills you, Kurosaki! You're an entitled child. » [ It's more convincing, easier to maintain a natural inflection, if it's things he means. ] « Be grateful you were killed swiftly! »