Neville had to balance on his toes to stay upright, and it was extremely uncomfortable. It was also cold, especially when Rosier began to strip him bare to the skin. He steeled himself against what was coming and didn't say anything. Rosier was dangerous, he knew that now, and he was also insane. There was no definite way of staying in as much of one peice as possible, but for now he was going to take whatever the older man was going to dish out in subservient silence.