'oh geez.' Dio thinks to himself. 'the boss is insultin' the queen in front of a Brit with a gun.. don't he know that the Brit's are..crazy 'bout the royals? Well.. I think he's a Brit..' Dio scrunches his face a little. 'or do they have a king?' he shurgs to himself, content to not trouble himself with facts like that.<br/><br/>Dio watches them and suddenly jumps when his name's bellowed. “owwwchh, I'm right here boss!” he groans as he rubs his head, pausing at Jonnhy's words. Dio looks at his boss for a few moments, before sliding his eyes to the Nazi and then gazing at himself thoughtfully. He raises an eyebrow as he looks back up at Johnny as if to say 'are ya..kidding?” he sighs as Johnny storms off to his office, Dio thinks to himself. 'great.. still might be dangerous, that ain't very reassuring..' Dio gazes at the Nazi for a few more moments then at his own arms as he flexes them to see if they have any muscle, and he ends up disappointed. “I need more upper arm strength..” he groans as he walks over to the Nazi, debating the best course of action. He tries to pull the Nazi up and get him to the chair, but of course he can barely move the bigger man. “ain't like anyone can't see that I ain't suited for this!” Dio grumbles between clenched teeth as he struggles to move the injured man. “why do ya have to be so heavy?!” the youth protests.<br/><br/>In the end Dio has no choice but to move the chair closer to the groaning Nazi and try to get him in now it's closer, but to no avail. In the end Dio has little choice but to lie the chair on the Nazi and tie him to it that way, good thing the man's to preoccupied with his wound..