Geron runs his tongue over his teeth almost hard enough to draw blood. The thrill of being near death is an acquired taste, but the rush of endorphins it provides is almost worth the risk. It's not enough though, he needs more stimulation.

Seeing as how Mademoiselle Dizzaralariad has left her handmaidens behind Geron decides to make use of them. He flicks his wineglass with a finger, creating a harmonic ringing sound, then points at them.

"Sing, we will not arrive in silence."

With Dizzaralariad gone and Squarehammer there to provide encouragement that should be enough to convince them to do as Geron tells them. And if their voices aren't raised in song their screams of agony will be a more than acceptable substitute for guiding them on their path and help motivate the rest of the crew.