He didn't bother to look up when he heard the door open, there were only two people who did that sort of thing with his door, Jackson because he was permitted and DeLorca because he was just that arrogant. The doctor could have the sense of entitlement that he so believed he so richly believed, but in the end, he still answered to Kane, and so long as he remembered that, he could toe the lines as much as he pleased, even if it irritated the shit out of the warden. Even his tone of voice when he spoke dripped arrogance, and a need to taunt whomever he was speaking too, but Kane was a bit wiser than to take the bait on that one. Doing so would have only fed the twisted need to have a reaction from him, DeLorca would have just fed on that.<br/><br/>He looked up finally, flipping one of the folders closed and his eyes pierced up into the doctor's, "if you're finished, take a seat, because it is in fact the prisoners that I want to discuss."<br/><br/>He leaned back in his seat, his shoulders and back as straight as ever as he rested one arm on the armrest, another laying casually against the side of his face as he regarded DeLorca for a moment. The only reason that DeLorca was even here was that he was brilliant and was superb at the job he was given, he knew how to get in a patient's head, and even managed to help a few here and there. The downside to that was he used those gifts to twist some of them worse than before, turning them into worse monster's or just breaking them completely, the whole time reveling in the whole process. Kane couldn't argue with the results of the latter, but he knew that DeLorca just liked creating a bit of chaos here and there, after all, it wasn't his job to clean that bit up.<br/><br/>He lit another cigarette, blowing a puff of smoke out before speaking evenly, "we have quite the interesting bunch who have joined us today, I'm sure you were all over the initial reports that were sent in, so you know just what kind of men we have with us.Now, this isn't a social call, I'm not here to chat with you about the different men and how they might be helped. The last few patients that had several sessions with you ended up either thrown in solitary for getting a bit too rough, or had to be sent to a psych ward for awhile. I don't want your little games being played that far with this group, you can have all the twisted bit of fun you want, but keep yourself in check."<br/><br/>He tapped the cigarette onto the ashtray, dropping the ash and watching the smoke, "do we understand one another here?"