Owner	Pose
Punisher	It's been about a day since Clayton was first talked to. A day for his face to go down to a comfortable numbness after getting beaten down after some smart comments towards the Punisher. A day to think about how it could be much worse. No doubt Clayton has read the reports about how the Punisher handles his subjects. There are only two ways out of this for Clayton, and he's had time to think over his options. Such as they are. It's late night (almost midnight) when the Punisher walks up to the door slit and opens it to peer inside.
Nick	Even with the lighting in the room it is visually apparent that Robert Clayton has seen better days. Still secured and sitting upright in the chair, the man has had plenty of time to think. Because lord knows there's no other form of entertainment in the damn room. As such, it is not that surprising that while the binds keep him upright, his bruised head is tilted down and his eyes closed. There isn't much going on after all. Maybe he is napping. Or could he be praying?
Punisher	Either way, Frank opens the locks and bolts and walks in, his full Punisher outfit seen as he closes the door behind himself and regards Clayton. "Wakey Wakey." His tone is anything but casual.
Nick	There is a long draw of breath from the nostrils of Director Clayton. Head lifting up, he looks over towards Castle through the gaps in his vision. He's worn looking so perhaps that day to contemplate what is to come was enough to make him see reason. The lips snake out to form a long smile. "Good morning Franky." Clayton croons, "How's the family? Or not.
Punisher	"Guess you didn't learn your lesson the first time. That's fine, you just made this much easier for me." The Punisher tells Clayton, flatly. Then, Frank steps out of the cell and closes the door, including the slit. A moment later, the sound of metallic clinking can be heard, and suddenly the room starts flooding with some sort of visible gas...
Nick	The smile remains on Robert's face as he watches Frank for any form of reaction. But as the expected reaction doesn't come, the smile falters slightly. Eyes narrowing as the Punisher heads to the exit. As the door clanks shut, Clayton's smile becomes more of a sneer. "The feeling's mutual." He mutters, shifting to get into a more comfortable position. The action's not necessary as the visual of the gas flooding into the room finally registers. He eyes the smoke, Head tilting in inquiry for a moment as he frowns. No- But then it occurs to him whose room he's in. The cloud starts to reach up to Clayton but something odd occurs. Rather than this gas meeting a panicking man, it looks more like Clayton is chuckling.