Sara's boss did indeed think she was crazy, but after a split second he broke out into a grin. "So you are saying you want to make him feel like he has more freedom than he actually does? Risky, but brilliant! I will authorize this therapy session on one condition. Whatever his other demands are, you do not comply without meeting with me first."<br/><br/>Sebastian was once again singing to the men outside his cell. this time it was about Christmas on a mining colony in space ruled by robots for some reason.<br/><br/>"Uhhh... do we shoot him to make him shut up?" the guard on the left asked. The one to the right smirked, "If we wanna die we can. You read his file! He's an immortal son of a bitch!"<br/><br/>Patient 36 stopped singing once again as Miss Hill walked by. "Why I'm flattered, my good sir! unfortunately, flattery will get you nowhere close to figuring me out." he said, "Oh and just by the way, Miss Hill?" he spoke just before she was out of earshot. "Coffee while in therapy will do wonders for me!" he smirked and lay back against his cell wall.<br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: green;background:green;"/></div><br/>Like clockwork, the next day the room for therapy was set up and a restrained Patient 36 was brought in. To his surprise, they removed the restraints and left the room. when Miss Hill entered, Sebastian lay across a couch, gladly enjoying it better than his cold metal cell. "Did you bring the coffee, or do I need to melt this door too?" he asked passively, examining the ceiling. as he took a breath his nostrils were filled with the scent of a tray holding two cappuccinos and he smirked. "Clever girl. So I guess I should ask what you want to know before we get down to it. First though..." once again he started convulsing and all the power went out, locking them in the room and requiring the backup generators to come on. "That's better. no camera feed. So... this is the part where we have a civilized conversation. I'll start. Call me Sebastian, Miss Hill. and stop looking so uptight! we are away from prying eyes after all!" He sipped his cappuccino and smiled, a genuine smile that didn't seem like the creepy ones he usually wore.