"We had a bargain, I gotta ask." He feels weirdly heavy, like he's melting into the mattress and his limbs are too numb to move anymore. Weakness is such a foreign concept to him that he figures he must be dying and that's just the first step. He's not upset about it, more pissed that if he dies after all this fucking pain it'll have not even been worth it.

Maybe he'll stay alive out of sheer spite.

"Leather and lace huh?" He's not in a good state of mind to try and imagine what Len would look like in either, but he files that away to ponder later.

This doesn't hurt as bad as the wood chipper to his arm that was happening earlier, but it sure as hell doesn't feel pleasant. It stings and there's stuff exposed in his arm that shouldn't be exposed to air at all and his poor stressed nerve endings are letting him know it.

"If you do freeze me to death make sure I shatter in a way that it's really fucking inconvenient for everyone else. Make it worth it."