Hearing the soft voice of the prison shrink Rayne turned around. He smiled when he saw her walk to him. "The voice of an angel with the thoughts of the devil, what brings such a lovely lady around here?" He smirked as he casually flirted with Esme, it was what he did. When Rayne saw Esme it was hard not to flirt with her, even in the most professional of environments. He smiled and put the cigarette out on the window sill before flicking the dead butt out the window. "A cancer stick they may be but they can be other things as well." He said with a smile. He loved to fuck with her. "Did you know that a lit cigarette in the hands of a communist Russian during the second great war was a weapon. They could be used as torture devices, for marking, and even for setting off explosives." He smirked at her and laughed. "I wish torture was legal in this country. It would make a better sentencing then letting people sit out here, in a nice prison like mine." He smiled again and looked out the window.