Paul blows out a wisp of smoke, taking another drag, a loose and short one at that. He grins at Kyoma "Last smoke i suppose...and besides Kyoma...sir, you want a meal right" He winces slightly at the word meal pretaining to him "So i figure the meal should be ready for it right..." He sighs and stands up straight putting the cigar out on his pantleg "Now do you want an easy meal or should i make things amusing for you by wriggling in a pathetic attempt to escape my fate?...sir" He sighs once, knowing that even though he was tough he couldnt stand up to Kyoma, he could run, but the door was locked and breaking it down would take time.