[ Instantly the trap tightens, nearer the level of discomfort than Ocelot himself had previously envisioned, and his reaction to the pain induced by sharp bamboo is a momentary unbidden half-smile. He's no masochist in spite of what Kaz might assert (on a good day, as if he's the one addicted to personal tragedy), but the prospect of modifying this device to implement it as a torture tool the way Venom had suggested makes his mind wander.

John had been the first to encourage the self-expression of a young spy methodically raised without identity, and here too he's allowed to indulge in some of his more questionable proclivities and... creative outlets. A facade is more believable when its struts are built on some measure of truth, and his intentions in wielding a needle or stun rod are honest, in spite of how either one might contribute to an exaggerated legend.

He'd strip anyone of their identity to pay John back for helping him find some of his own. ]

Easy, Boss. Normally for something like this you'd use two of your own fingers, but in your case... [ The bionic arm is gifted a significant look, able to envision how easily he could slip himself free. ]

Well, I decided to lend you a hand. Didn't want you to have an unfair advantage.