"Odd, that's what the last one said as well," Sean replied quietly. He then let his eyes wander upwards towards the wall of the room. Shackles were a good ten feet up the wall, a place where he frequently hung for hours on hand. He was used to being beaten while he hung there, and to also be force fed and made a pin cushion, as well as become an object of desire at times. "You are here for one reason. Nothing else. I'm very familiar with that reason as well." The man then fell silent again, looking back to his playing cards quietly and continuing to finish the game. He finished it within a couple of minutes, never making a wrong move, and then beginning another game.