"Oh, there it goes, that's very nice. I could probably go kiss a tuberculosis patient on three weeks' hunger and leave them alive."
"Well, there's an image. Okay, so sorcery can solve this like so many other problems."
"You hang out in my world for years doing smaller versions of it constantly and in wide variety."
"I'm cheating outrageously and I still can't fly yet," Milan contributes.
"Anyway, you up for your three days of incomprehensible agony nowish?" Addy asks Milan.
"I might very well be. I'm probably having a reckless moment, but Kithabel is a much less reckless person than I am and she's interested too, so I'm not that worried."
Bar says Addy has not lied to them as far as she knows.
"Right then."
"In that case, sure, I'll take my three days of incomprehensible agony."
"Hit me," Addy says to Bar, and then she gets a gallon of blood, which she chugs out of its glass container in four seconds flat. "Where you wanna be?"
"Can I have your key so I can come and go to check on you while you're incomprehensibly agonized?"
So they all crowd into Milan's room. And Addy seizes him and gives him a chomp.
"Ow," says Milan. "Okay, that's fairly painful, but if the whole thing is like this you have vastly underrated my capacity to comprehend agony."
"It spreads out. And then concentrates, at the end."
"Lemme know when it's all over everywhere so I can try giving you a break to see if that works."
"It's definitely going along, but it's not there yet. ...I'm tempted to run at capacity the whole time just to see how fast it goes up, but after three days running at capacity without any new sorcery to do and while probably immobilized by pain I'm going to be unspeakably bored, especially if the agony is as incomprehensible as advertised. Should've thought that through better."