Something inside of him, something uncontrollable, told his suit to go away. It was not his will, he didn't want to, but he didn't really have much of a choice. There was trickery going on, that much he understood, and it was not something he could defeat with a punch. With nothing on but a pair of black spandex shorts on Kaz stood still, his arms and legs frozen together at his sides while he was forced to watch the woman light up another cigarette.<br/><br/>"Those things will kill you you know." He said, since his mouth was the only thing he had control over. His eyes watched her intently. She had taken his insult as a compliment, not too surprising in the long run though he did assume there would have been consequences. Still he was glad there weren't, though he assumed his night was far from over seeing as to how she was in total control. If she could control him how would he fight back? That was going to be problematic, hell she had tsken his amulet and suit from him in no time, not even a struggle. The men in the background laughed at him, they seemingly took pride in seeing the hero who was laying waste to them reduced to a frozen, mostly naked statue. All he could do now was wait for the woman in front of him.