Do you accept novel excerpts? Here's a moment where the villain actually opens up a fraction of his heart...
I had expected anger. Yet, the Marquis did not so much as look at me. He continued to look at the scrunched-up ball in his hand.
“There is no soul more tragic than the poet's.” He turned away, his voice somehow still beautiful in spite of mumbling. “It cannot be expressed in something as mundane as spoken words, yet boisterous songs often obscure a poet's intent. Caught somewhere in-between, the poet must express himself with words too fluid to be speech, yet too refined to be sung by most. He finds a way to turn my poetry into song without tearing the edges of its intent. I daresay our arrangement is beneficial to us both.”