The doctor gave no response for a short while, simply watching her with a tilted head and a thoughtful eye. While it may have been true that there was a code of honor (to some degree), he was not as successful as he was without a good dose of manipulation. Healthy for the soul. Doctor's prescription.
(Then again, manipulation was what got him in the old asylum; along with extortion, kidnapping, murder, and assorted other charges. Whatever. Can't go lower than here.)
He licked his lips before speaking, staring at the cracked glasses in his hand--refusing to meet her eye. When he did reply, his voice was soft, cracked by weeks of disuse and extensive medication. At least that wasn't an act. His displeasure was evident at the squawking tone his speech took, though he deigned to press forward in the response--albeit with a grimace instead of his usual placid smile.
"I can see fine, Doctor Quinzel. As for your delightful...ah, pudding? Couldn't say the same, if I tried to."
Head tilt, brief smile. Same old routine. Same old him. Really, the effect of the medication wasn't quite as strong as it had been, probably due to a changed dosage. He wasn't quite aware, anymore, and he didn't want to get caught bribing his captors. That would be bad form, wouldn't it? However, trying to coerce his fellow inmates into favors...that was free game. Now that he was out of solitary, the world had opened up for the former professor.
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Date: 2015-02-24 12:07 pm (UTC)(Then again, manipulation was what got him in the old asylum; along with extortion, kidnapping, murder, and assorted other charges. Whatever. Can't go lower than here.)
He licked his lips before speaking, staring at the cracked glasses in his hand--refusing to meet her eye. When he did reply, his voice was soft, cracked by weeks of disuse and extensive medication. At least that wasn't an act. His displeasure was evident at the squawking tone his speech took, though he deigned to press forward in the response--albeit with a grimace instead of his usual placid smile.
"I can see fine, Doctor Quinzel. As for your delightful...ah, pudding? Couldn't say the same, if I tried to."
Head tilt, brief smile. Same old routine. Same old him. Really, the effect of the medication wasn't quite as strong as it had been, probably due to a changed dosage. He wasn't quite aware, anymore, and he didn't want to get caught bribing his captors. That would be bad form, wouldn't it? However, trying to coerce his fellow inmates into favors...that was free game. Now that he was out of solitary, the world had opened up for the former professor.