Caspar is enjoying himself, too. At least until the subject returns to Bellatrix. He keeps a gentle touch on Crookshanks, but that smile disappears. Torture was a weapon wielded by both Cylons and humans during the Second Cylon War. At least he was never personally responsible. It's the only reason he can keep looking the young witch in the eye.

"Then good riddance." He smirks faintly. "Just make sure she doesn't have a spare body somewhere so the punishment sticks."