[ Ah, there we go. Finally he's got a name. Sort of. And, just like expected, what he hears doesn't seem to change his mildly amused expression at all. ]

A prisoner is just an enemy waiting to be free.

[ Which often put him at odds with Lucifer's politics. The guy's been near-overthrown how many times now, and yet he seemed to let the offenders off with a slap on the wrist each time. ]

...that so?

[ He does seem to perk up just a little at the mention of flaying, but it's not quite him being startled by it. No, he's just wondering how personal he wants to get. A bit of relation for camaraderie without any promises or anything precise enough to be used against him later sounds like the golden middle. ]

[ He shrugs lightly, as if he's inclined to make excuses for his lack of an averse reaction a moment ago. ]

Didn't deal much with torture back home, but I did have a... very dear friend here who enjoyed skinning a fellow every now and then. Got me some newfound respect for the art.

[ Then again, he doubts he would enjoy it as much if anybody but Feitan was doing it. He's still not about to judge somebody for the same thing he's encouraged and possibly taken part in a couple times, though. Well, assuming Lord Bolton even took such practices upon himself, rather than ordering one of his servants to do it. ]