"No chairs." Jack promised. Really, it was unlikely that Crane would be beaten with anything, since Jack was the one suggesting it. But he couldn't say that and hold to it, because he couldn't know what the drugs would do to him in the long run. Perhaps they would send him teetering over an unseen edge and he'd lose all control. Or maybe they'd make him as gentle as a newborn kitten. Only time and experimentation would tell.
"You make it sound so formal, Jonnypoo. You should flatter a girl, take her out, loosen her up before you try to jump into bed." He teased.
Jack was sure that there was going to be a special room for this, and he couldn't say for certain that it was going to be his normal cell, though he did hope he ended up there.
"How is the work on the toxin going, by the way? I'd like to know there's progress on that front before we make with the melting of my brain cells."