"Torturing me isn't as useless as you might expect." 36 smirked. "It got me these didn't it?" He held up the doughnuts. "Not to mention I get to have a civilized conversation with someone of your caliber once a week." he smiled again. "And as far as walking out of here." His smile shifted slightly, looking like he was crazy. "Why would I want to? Think of it like this. Every agency in the world either wants me on their payroll or in their prisons. It kinda makes sense to take a break in a maximum security holding cell. No one finds out where I am, and I can do whatever the flying frag I want!"<br/><br/>36 looked around and when he turned back to her he was grinning like a madman. "A bargaining chip, eh?" He laughed. "Tell you what... here's a thought. If you lie to that boss of yours about what goes on in here... I might have something for you in a week. Outside this room, we keep up the charade of patient vs researcher, but in here... we act like civilized neighbors and I'll let you in on my little secrets! Deal, princess?"