His eyes, the only truly visible part of his actual body seemed somewhere between unimpressed and vastly amused.  "I still think they were being sexist!  I mean I bet I could make a prettier woman than you any day and here I am, strapped up like a Christmas present for whoever might think of having their way with poor little James here."  The bars of the bite mask showed his lips quivering roughly from the vain attempt to hold back those laughs.  It almost seemed as if every single thing in this place amused him in some way or another.  The fact that he had an audience helped things along too.  He was always looking for new people to hear his material, and what better place than this!<br/><br/>His laughter burst forth for a moment then it quieted.  For a strange reason, he thought he had heard other laughter.  And with the changing of the guard, he poked his head out of the bars for a moment, looking left and right as far as he could see.  Finally, he spotted the only other man in their lonely corner of the prison.<b>"Hey!  Think you could spare some applause?  I'm dying over here!"</b>His eyebrows wiggled in a very impressive Jim Carrey moment before that white face slipped back behind his cage of a stage.  That thought sent him to laughter all over again, his leg restraints screaming in protest at his attempts to kick his heels.