Contraband Centrel.

Dr. John Franco sighed, captured between many unanswered questions and knowing most will never be.

For everyone involved in Kade Caillister's case was basically working under the convict term's. Regardless Franco settle for a random question just to spot a reaction out of his mandatory patient. "How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?"

Wickedly kade chuckled, shaking his head unexpectedly amused once again by his violet-eye'd dirty-blonde shrink.

"Easy question," His sight never wavered, observing Dr. Franco with a keen sense behind icy sapphire. Though retained a neutral expression while leaning as far towards Franco as the bound wrist and ankle restraints allowed across a steel bolted down table for a savage beast like himself. "You put a bullet through that fucker."