[ He licks over his lips to wet them and then swallows hard against what wants to come out. That won't help anything. He's been tortured before; he knows how to hold things back, how to make sure that he doesn't give up secrets, but this is...different. ]

Not poison, or painful, I just -

[ Keep thinking about you. For a moment, he thinks that he's managed to keep that silent, but then realizes that no, that was absolutely out loud. His hand jerks back and he brings it to his face, instead. ]

It's fine. It's the -- what was in that bottle. I wouldn't put that on you. It's inappropriate.