Sebastian's metal pieces retracted under his skin in different places and the brief wince suggested it was a little painful. He sat in an orange jumpsuit and smiled as he tossed Riata his cigarettes and lighter. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Riata. Nah I smoke like a freight train too so it's all good."
He took a long drag and from the vents on his shoulders he started blowing little smoke rings - easily amused at the little things he could do since becoming a cyborg.
"I was pretty proud of myself until Iron Man and his little clubhouse caught me, in less than a week I'd almost killed Tony Stark twice but sadly, he's still alive. Best way to put it is I'm a killing machine, somewhat literally. What is it that you do if you don't mind me asking?" He'd thought he'd heard screaming earlier and it'd made him happy because he was the kind of person who enjoyed pain and didn't particularly care if it was his or somebody else's. The sounds of agony always made the Psychopath Extraordinare smile.