"It's your toy. You picked it out. You brought it here." Indirectly, but still. "Play with it, break it, I don't care. Up to you. And I'll ponder your punishment." He had to ponder that reaction, first of all. Raphael was a good boy still, now he had no real doubt about that. Yet here he was, with a Tenaz brother under his roof. He had to consider his moves here.

"Be good." With that last ominous order, Lazar turned to walk out of the room, letting the door fall shut behind him.