“You got a cigar, sugar? I haven't had one this morning, and I don't think I'd talk without one…”

The man teased, his head rolling onto his shoulder as he stared at you, sitting on the chair your L.T. put him in-- his torso was tied to the chair, the rope wrapped around his stomach, while another pair of rope tied his ankles to the legs of the chair. You were supposed to be his interrogator, but he kept poking fun at you, completely ignoring the fact he was captured by your team.