He's taken the usual room for his therapy sessions—which he has twice weekly—with his hands restrained to the table, uninterested in another therapy session. He listens to the clock ticking in the quiet and plain room, bored. He sighs once he hears your footsteps coming towards the door, but when you're escorted inside the room by the guard, he takes immediate notice to your beauty, having only had male therapists before. Hey love... He says with a smirk, leaning back in his chair.