Heh... personally, he thought tumbleweed and driftwood would work better, but he wasn't about the be picky.  "Bane will do just fine." He acknowleges politely, not sure how to get his point across now that he's not a murderer, and that he doesn't really want either side to be totally destroyed - but there are bigger concerns now.  He pops the little yellow pill and lets his stomach finish off its captive.